"I was a lot like you, actually. I wanted to die, but I didn't have enough in me to actually end it," He said while dragging his fingers across the blade of his newly sharpened knife. "I saw the darkness of my soul and the fading light struggling to live in the toxicity of my nature, I felt violent yet happy to hurt. I felt joy killing loved ones, dreams, futures, and most of all... my victim. I realized my pain wasn't limited to me, so I decided to spread it to others," He said looking up from his knife to me. I looked at him and scrunched my eyebrows together, trying to understand what he meant by that.
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