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[dirty_snow]

This place is so hollow and cold. The thoughts and feelings of hopelessness slowly crawling up to the back of my thoughts, lingering and threatening to overcome my being if I allow for them to. I have not allowed them to control me before and I will not allow for them to control me now, they are merely an annoyance to be dealt with as soon as

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[hero_by_default]

That's a depressing way to see things. People aren't just tools, they have feelings.

[dirty_snow]

It is simply the truth. That was how my life was lived and that is how it should have remained. A person is not a person but a tool for another to wield to accomplish the goals they set forth, to become the ultimate weapon.

[hero_by_default]

A weapon for who? And for what purpose? If you believe what you're saying then wouldn't the person who uses you as a weapon be a weapon themselves?

I don't know what you've been through...but I can't understand that logic.

[dirty_snow]

...For the person most precious to me. My purpose was to fulfill whatever he wished of me to do, that was all there was to it. And, no, what he is is the one who wields the weapon. It is different.

I would not think many would understand it.