What have I become?
I am the lowest of the low, the bottom of the pot, the reason for your pain, what you wish would stop. I am the evil that you breath, the pollution in the air, the torture of your dreams, the master of despair. I am the creator of destruction, the abolisher of love, the possibility of disaster, I am the opposite of above.
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justmort
I am 20 years old, fresh out of boot camp. Infantry for life, hooah.
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