Are you proud ? Are you happy ? Did you get what you wanted ? Did you received the very thing you wanted ? The success you craved ?

No... No, you didn't.

You sit in the darkness, mourning about the days you wasted. The days you were breathing, the days you were wasting, the days you "spent time" with your kids and the day when you lost your skin. Are you proud of all ?

No... No, you aren't... And you will be damned forever with it. Cry as much as you want now, no one can or will hear the misery that you cursed yourself with...

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A lore drop to that image I made called A morning, soaked with blood. I was very proud of that so I wanted to make a little lore expansion to this, have fun trying to figure out what happened ;)