She wasn't even asking for happiness, she was just asking for a little less pain. But, you couldn't even give her that?

She felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sicknees, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. But I think I have known it pretty often, too often.

is how souls learn to ignite fire.

And just like that, I realized that my old scars never truly healed,
because they bled again at a single word.

"I hate you, you should go die"

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"I hate me too, I should go die"

They called me a cold-blooded monster
so I decided that I was going to be the most cold-colored monster of them all.

In maths: an equation
In chemistry: a reaction
In history: a war
In geography: a place
In life: everything