So it ended... My all struggles ended.
The day I was born, my family called it a curse. My birth was a curse to them. How pathetic. I grew up with all kinds of hatred. I made my own name and fame.
The SATAN was really me. I've killed thousands of people. Not truely innocent. But they just made me angry.
I killed those who ever lay finger on me.
Now that I am dead. I feel like I am free from a cage. But I guess there's something wrong. How am I able to think if I am dead??
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