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Those who are ignorant to such a mystic reality shall perish. Aft

do one thousand good deeds to be a good person but one bad deed to become evil and corrupted. H

edy. My father was an Earl-Rich enough to build an empire here in Russia. My memory has grown hazy

y death to the world-The world who forgot my name. And now here I thrive, in the darkness of this

e that don't. Far away in the heart of Russia, among the fierce woods of Moscow, lies an abandoned mansi

teen years I've existed, I've only brought misery and dea

how could something so

m my hands anymore. However, that's not where it left me. Anything I touch with my right hand will break into t

reaks from the inside. My left hand can shatter emotions and precious memories, w

e. But then, what am I? I've asked the same questions to these four walls

the need to eat. Even my heart has stopped beating. It's as if I'm a living corpse. I have

fortunately, we don't get to choose what we feel. It was time to go out. I nee

e. Because at that point, I was addicted to reading like an alcoholic who is addicted to drinking. After all, I was living i

tication that he possessed, the entire European and Asian continent was u

ng on that busy street when I suddenly bumped into someone. They

I looked down at a boy in front of me. He looked like a primary school

he first thing that came to my

slouchy bugs and some special type of guys. You know, the guys who are blonde or

so I developed instant hate for him, even tho

eading look. He was frail, pale and sported tattered clothes. His eye

almost felt as if my heart was ab

e what he was up to. Ladies and gentlemen, this brat's hands ended up on my

ich was obvious. I pushed that brat away and shouted at the top of my

at was u

efence, he was rude and invaded my personal space. I mean who gropes

d his mother not taught him manners? "Shoo!" I sucked my teeth a