Hate
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I know I'm different. So different. Why did I have to be this way?
If only I had been born normal, then none of this would have happened.
I'd still be happy. I'd still have a home to live in.
I'd still be wanted... be cared for.
I'd still be loved.
But nothing can change. This is reality. This is the real me. There's nothing I can do about it, but drown in this misery that is my life. I just-...
Why did I have to be born?
... just why did I have to care so much about what others thought?
To be honest, I really don't. It's just that I can't simply brush off the fact that people hate me because of the way I was born. Why couldn't they just leave me be? Understand that I'm DIFFERENT?
Either way, they still don't. No one would ever believe me. So I'll just act the way they expect me to act. It's not like they'd ever care to tell the difference anyways.
Hah, see if I care.
... ... ... ... ...
I'll show you a monster. I'll ing show you.
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