It was there.
In that moment.
The hair raising, goosebumps forming inkling.
That I was not meant for good.
I understood the daily struggle.
Resisting what I was.
Denying the inevitable.
I will not be granted that which I crave.
No passion or desire.
No true companionship.
I have received the curse of numbness instead.
It is that empty soul that searches for more.
But, when found burns it down.
I have an inkling I was created for darkness.
The deeds done that forever tarnish my being.
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