Mood: I don't know, and I don't care
I can't think of anything, but do I want to think? Do I want to feel? Do I want to love? Knowing when you die is scary, I wanted to take my revenge on everyone. Inflict pain, inflict death upon others. Be a master of judgment, being a god, being immortal. That's what I wanted. I wanted to be better, no, not better, I wanted to be the only one left, I wanted to outlive everyone. Is that a crime? No, but my actions might lead to it. I should just leave everything behind, I won't be remembered. I'm not like the rest. I'm expendable, I'm a beast, a monster. You can use me and then get rid of me, it's not that hard, not hard at all in fact, it's the simplest thing to do, my ghost won't haunt you. It'll do nothing of the sort, I have no soul, I'm a mirror that reflects everything it's seen, and all that it has seen is tyranny, death and destruction. Good bye, and thanks for the memories. I won't last much longer
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