Dearest Crona

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I am the Demon Swordsmaster.

If I truly hate everyone,

Would it be better it they were dead?

No matter what, you cannot escape,

The Hell inside your head.

It grows larger with each unanswered question.

That's what my shadow said.

Bloody Slicer, Bloody Needle,

She told me to eat their souls.

I don't know how to deal with people,

So I'm shielded by a bloody coat.

No one understands me,

Not even the little one.

Why do you insist on fighting me?

One strike, & then you're done.

This much I know: my blood is black.

It flows quickly, like madness.

I wish that I'd never been born, I say.

I sit in my corner of sadness.

But I'm not alone. Ragnarok is beating me.

He calls me pathetic, but it's the least of my woes.

My own mother Medusa has never loved me.

To her, I'm just a tool, research, you know?

"Goo-pi," I hear. No, Ragnarok!

"Damn it, Crona. Look what you did!"

He's always picking on me, & it's not nice.

I've been beaten up since I was a kid.

Heh heh heh. I AM a kishin.

If I don't get stronger, I'll always be afraid.

I laugh hysterically, like I hold no sin,

But I regret every decision I've made.

Academy meisters are everywhere.

I don't want to do this, but... die, okay?

Screaming Resonance, Screech Alpha,

The cries will blow them all away.

When can I stop hurting people?

I don't know how to deal with darkness like this.

But if I don't do it, Medusa will abandon me.

Besides, dead people are easier to get along with.

What's this? Another little one.

Are you going to poke at me also?

Bye bye, you weakling. Wait, you have black blood?

She's borrowing madness to understand my soul.

It's best for me to disappear.

I've been given up on plenty of times.

I'm not needed. I'm useless now.

No! It's all gone. My circle, my line.

I got hit with a book, but it didn't hurt.

Maka's life was the one I was told to end,

But she wouldn't give up on someone like me.

She was my first & only friend.

Her question I've answered, but forty-two I have passed.

A lonely place without water is where we first met.

We were like night & day. How could a friendship last?

It was a nice dream, but it's better if I forget.

I'll run because it's all I can do,

& then doing nothing is probably the best plan.

How idiotic, trusting people not to hurt you,

To have faith in others, but now I understand.

"Please stop this. You're hurting my friend...

What do you say. Can we go home?"

I cried as she hugged me in that vast, dry place.

With her in my heart, I'm never alone.

I'm sorry I had to lie, but I'm not running anymore.

I'm tired of hating myself & betraying you all.

You've helped heal my soul that that woman tore. 

Finally, I'll take down this wall.

Why was everybody so nice to me?

They'd say, "That's just what friends do."

I'll fight, for myself, for them, for Maka,

For always being by my side, for you.

The warmth of the sunlight I felt long ago

Will stay with me all the way.

I'm finally happy for the first time

Because you were my friend. It's okay.

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