Before I met you, I thought I had known who I was. By the time you were through with me, I realized how terrible I was deep down inside. The memories are faded, blurry visions whose feelings are so dull now, they could not leave any mark on the hardened shell of my heart. You didn't make me a monster. I was the monster realized through you.
The sword was your anger..the shield was your love...your passion held them together. The left hand was your power. The right, your authority...and you used both to betray me.
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