Everyone I know thinks of me as a “good person”. I’ve been told I’m “sweet”. People like me; I don’t know why, and I don’t aim to make it happen, but it does.
My “good person” is a facade, a lie. Hell, I’m not even sure if I knew for sure what it actually MEANT to be a good person. I sometimes see myself as a monster. I sometimes daydream of being a serial killer.
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Weirdly enough, it turns out that people embrace their darkness and are scared of their good side.
Do you want to be one if those people? Or are you strong enough to shine?