I am not who you think I am. I am not who you cheer. It's an act. I am an act. I belong in a sideshow, locked in a cage, as people stare and gawk at my deformities. I am a hollow figure with an unbound emptiness inside a human shell. I deserve nothing. Because I give nothing. I take, and I abuse, and I destroy. I have destroyed the good. Good does not triumph over evil. This is not a movie, or a comic book. This is real life. Evil prevails and, with it's victory, destroys. WHY? I want to scream it. When you're confused, there's nothing else to do but scream. It is the most basic of instincts - to scream.
WHY?
Monsters create monsters. It's unavoidable. I am a monster. I have to be stopped.
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