I am a person who is hated by people... They call me a devil, because as long as I shed tears, the people I hate will die... But is this my fault... No... It's them!! They did those things themselves, so they died!!!
Dad... Mom... Are you watching me from above? Why don't you take me away? Why do you want to take me to another world... Do you think... I can survive well in another world? No... As long as my ability exists, no one will be willing to approach me...
But why... Why do you care so much about me... Do you all want to die... I am destined to be lonely... I can't get close to you... Because I know... If you get close to me... You will definitely be like those people before... I don't want to see anyone die anymore... I don't want to cry anymore...
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