Somebody else's loved one was once taken away right front of my eyes by the demon-like creature that is called humans.
The sadness I empathized him with that day when I encountered such a story seem like an old memory by now.
Yet at this moment, even if he has to carry the world's biggest burden on his frail and weak shoulders, I feel as if nothing will fill the broken mind that I now possess.
Deprivation, oppression, depression, self-depreciation, degeneration, and despair.
He has had to endure it all. He loathed himself. He got betrayed. He broke his mind. He threw away his morals. He took revenge.
But even after all that, his story will never end. For he is not a being, but an abstraction.
And me? I only kept feeling his pain until there is no more to feel.
My broken mind
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