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It's disgusting, really, the way people disguise themselves to become somebody, someone that's worth existing, but what can I say when I do the same? After all, it's fun to wear a new mask every day, not knowing which will be the last. I don't know how to properly feel any emotion anymore, I just discard the emotions once I'm done using them and use it again when needed to, like masks. Some people may call me inhuman but wouldn't life be so boring if everything just goes according to plan? That's why I left that world behind and entered this complete wasteland as it's much more intriguing to navigate and understand.

In this world, life would be so dull without some blood, without bleeding, without that sickly metallic scent, without someone screaming in agony and torture. Nauseating? More like exhilarating isn't it? If there is one thing that I've learnt in this world, a heart without emotion and without devotion, is the only one that's free, it's just much easier to fake something happy and pretend that everything is fine.

The world I know is covered in lies and it seems that there is no longer blue in my sky. I know nobody will forgive my blackened sky full of lies but what can I do when everything I know is ravaged? When my world has gone askew? It's too late to turn back now, not when everything I used to know, what I used to call home is burning with the fire of all the sins I have committed. But I feel no guilt, no remorse, just the thrill of it all.