Because this article spans a long time, there is still a lot of difference between the writing styles at the beginning and the end.
I couldn't stand it anymore, so I started to revise the article again. The titles without numbers are the revised ones.
Although I am basically considered an annual update player, I have not forgotten that this article will most likely be finished after all these years (I just don't know how long it will take)
If you want to be fooled, you should have been fooled a long time ago (after all, it was written in the early 2000s. It took a really long time. I was still underage when I wrote the first chapter.
Thank you also to the readers who have read the previous parts and still insisted on reading and left me messages. I am really grateful. If it weren't for you, I might have been fooled. The messages really gave me a lot of power, especially when my updates were so slow. Most readers posted waiting and encouragement instead of abuse and accusations. This gave me a lot of power. After many years of searching for articles in the hunter category, I found that this article is still at the top of the ranking. There are still many collections. Thank you very much.
PS: I am very happy to wait until Togashi-sensei resumes publication in my lifetime! Very happy
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Like a blue violence
The weakness of the heart shatters in an instant, leaving behind coldness and lies
On the boundary between this world and another world, the philosopher said
"What doesn't kill me makes me stronger."
The softness that once occupied the entire heart dropped from the drum and struck the bird's wings, turning into cold white light on the blade.
In the chaos, I finally learned the language of violence, cruelty and forgetfulness.
The dark sky, the urge to die, the desire to kill
An ancient and ongoing curse acting on the body
It exudes a rotten sweet smell, and even the air is thick and unclear.
"Those that fail to kill me"
Those distant songs, mother's language, wounds and diseases
"I will be stronger"
eventually dissipated in the wind
The cyclone distorts the traces of clouds, forcing them to gather and dissipate, and the entire sky rises and falls like the sea.
Crumbling
"None of that killed me."
A flower can no longer bloom gradually
A beam of light can no longer shine on the ground
One sentence can no longer convey direction
"The last thing that killed me was..."
The young man's eyes passed through the whirlpool, and the cold blue reflected from another world in the sky.
The sky has turned so blue
Excerpted from The Poems of the Destroyed Boy, partially modified