BIRTH OF A MONSTER A monster birthed me. The human I call my father, is a monster in disguise. It took me time to realize that, it was too late and there was no escape. Years of torture, and now I snap constantly. No one helped me, but the world helped him in carrying out his atrocities. All that anger, resentment boils constantly, until my mom feels that my rage makes me the most terrifying monster apart from my father. Vengeance is the only thing on my mind. To hurt the other person or to hurt myself are the only options I have. I escape to fantasies in a pathetic effort to protect myself. The fantasies were colorful and beautiful when I was young. But now my greatest fantasies are of killing the monster and his accomplices, and then killing myself. I have lost my sympathy and empathy, I cannot feel anything apart from rage and pain. Instances of death do not make me cry, others’ pain does not make me flinch. I revel in hurting the monster and his accomplices with the most cruel word...
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