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It never is.

Not to them.

I thought I was finally ok.

Untill now.

Why must I be born? Like this?

Where paranoia is Just?

Where I'm nothing but the "perfect victim"? "Gulible"? "Weak"?

Where they turn their back on their words and don't even realize it? Where at time I'm alone in how I feel? In a world that's somehow out to get you?

Why even let me be free if you fear for me? If you "just want the best" for me? If you want me to be "safe"?

It's almost like you [i]want[/i] me to dissapear. Almost.

Reminders that the world isnt safe,

Reminders that people are cruel, heartless, selfish,

Reminders that I absolutely can't trust anyone, or I'll end up kidnapped, raped, killed,

I hate it.

I dont want to be afraid.

I hate it.

I want to have hope, to cling onto at least a sliver of it.

I hate it.

I hate them.

I hate people.

I'm so tired.

I want to hurt.

I want to kill. 

Their pathetic scare tactics only fuel this hatred. What am I in their eyes, if not a pathetic, gullible child? A sickly bird that must be kept in a gilded cage for all time?

Don't justify it.

I feel like I'm going to snap one day and do something I'll soon regret.

They wouldn't care. They'd throw either of us out at the earliest sign of defiance.

Is this what they want? A budding monster tetering on the precipice of losing patience?

...

...

Know this. Please.

I don't wish to leave. Atleast not until stories are completed.

But if I do.

It's cause of [i][b]Her.[/b][/i]
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