I've sacrificed many things, Friendship. Love. Family. Money. even part of humanity. imagine someone who spoke with little emotion, Me to the extent i barely feel heartache anymore, i've been tortured, i'd feared my whole life, now if someone pulls a gun on me, my lasts word would probably be. "Pull the trigger Big Man."
Yes indeed i'd be afraid of what came next, i'd be afraid that i'd die. but when you know what life is about. you can't love it anymore. I write with the little emotion i can muster. For we are naught but the empty shells of souls when we die. we rot since birth. and even after death. WE Are Human, We Die. I've wrote several books, over 150 pages long. noone but i will know the contents.
I sacrificed many things, my social status is one. that is who i am, now who are you?