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"IT'S YOUR FAULT, YOURS AND THOSE DEMONDS WITHIN YOU" Her mom shouted next to her husband's lifeless body, tears streaming down her face.

She stood.

The emotions - changing within her at the speed of light - were so many she became emotionlessly numb.

Nothing.

She felt nothing.

She knew she was to blame for her father's death, but she felt nothing.

Not empty. Not full.

Not happy, nor sad.

It was as if she was a living zombie.

Breathing inevitably. Walking for the sake of it. Sleeping for the sake of it.

She was like a lost soul, hovering around, with nothing to do but bring harm.

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