I keep wondering, why do I have to be the bearer of chaos? Why do I need this certain pain inflicted upon me at all times? Why does it happen to me when I try so hard in being something good, someone better? And there he stands. Looming over me, laughing at my misery. My father. Shadows of evil, of his evil, completely entrapping my own. Forcing me to be the owner of his consequences.
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