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Life. It all seems simple. Nothing but deluded fantasies that meets the eye.
humanity in which seems "Mediocre" at best. Nowadays, the world is
running the way it wants to... Everyone loves to be in bliss and
fantasy, that
<nowiki> </nowiki>betrayal, darkness, and even murder. I see how the world around me is
nothing but lies and false imagery made to delude fools. I go to a
nearby cathedral and hope that
I now have a wife, who is quite beautiful. With her long brown
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the blissful moon rise, and sleep. Lenina, oh Lenina, how I love you. Then one day, she seemed to be horrified.
Why? I try to comfort her, she kicked me in the stomach and said that
"What are you talking about, Oh Lady Love?
I walk up to her, she is cornered. Then next thing you know, crimson blood splashes out from her neck like a never-ending river of
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was slowly dying. Her last words were somehow unpleasant, her last words were,
"It hurts..." My eyes widened hearing such familiar words! I
The next day, I went into town; looking for something to cure my
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everyone there were so nice and friendly. Safety was assured here, I
just know it. I then listened to some of their tunes, they were so
mellow and calming. My mind was taking
Then, one song consisted of these words: "Go.... Back..." My eyes
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and started to block those memories from ever coming back. No more
memories. Please, no more! A nice man enters the restroom and knocks on
the door asking if I was alright. Oh, it was so heartwarming to hear
I opened the door and smiled my usual pleasant smile. This time
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<nowiki> </nowiki>head was off. Literally, his head was ripped out! It was beautiful, the crimson blood smeared all over the walls like the morning dew~ His intestines popping out like children popping out of a hide-and-seek game, and his screams were so exquisite that it made my heart in bliss evermore!
But what killed the fun was the blood marks making it into an art form of a familiar figure I know. It was '''her''',
I then saw a child lost in this forest. I felt the need to help
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"Well, why? WHY!?" She began to cry even more as she tries to run from me, only for I to reappear in front of her. She fell on her back, I then grabbed her by her neck and gripped it tightly.
"Why ARE you sad? Why ARE you afraid of me? Is it because YOUR world is falling apart!? Who cares about your worthless little world?
As I pierce through her stomach with my two hands, she splits like a worthless piece of garbage that she is. I
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