I'm going to be honest, I'm not sure.
I don't know why I do the things I do, prehaps I'm the monster all my insecuritys dictate I am? Perhaps I just want to see those who I love, and care about, to get hurt, quickly to begin with, rather than prolong the agony for the inveitable demise. Maybe prophetising a demise is dooming it to distruction, maybe I just didn't give us a chance? Could it, possibly be, that it's not my fault, not all the time? Is that just whishfull thinking, because without that I'm destened to walk around the world detached from all of humanity. Maybe I'm not the first, maybe there are many, but as they have severed their ties, their names will be lost in the sands of time. There is comfort one can take in that, that through enternal damnation of myself, I can never quite be alone. Maybe.... maybe, i'm *whisper* ....batman.
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