p.102

I hate you. In fact, I loathe the very thought of you so much that i desire the water from the sea rising, and engulfing you in something that is so much more than water. I hope that you are burned alive by the stains of all the tears that you made possible. I crave to see you drowning, just the thought of you drowning in the sorrow that you created for yourself makes me feel emotions that I don’t think I will ever be able to comprehend. I hope the water that you suffocate in feels like an inferno, and that the water you are blazed with deteriorates the remainings of the soul that you once had. And I pray that when you burn, you’ll become nothing more than a mere speck of the fiery water that was used to destroy you.

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