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1.
"Some people say that I am a toxic person. To myself. That I sabotage any oppoturnity of actual happiness and peaceful life.
Other people say that I stand a moral highground above everyone else and yet do nothing actually good.
Sometimes they just hate me without a reason. Sometimes they straight up say they're jealous of me. Sometimes they say they pity me.
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Sometimes I wonder why."
2.
"I killed a man.
I am responsible for a man's death. I killed him.
I keep telling myself it was the right thing to do.
Some people would probably thank me, if they knew. They pray to God, instead.
I didn't even act as God's messenger. I played God.
I think he and his god complex messed with my head. He messed me up a lot.
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I would do it again, though."
3.
"I killed a man.
I had to, really. I didn't want to. In that moment, I hated myself. To end someone's life.
But what if their life is misery and pain? Isn't it better that way?
I don't regret it. I shouldn't.
And I hope one day, someone ends my misery the same way.
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Without punishment this time."
4.
"I still don't know what's keeping me here. I thought I'd leave without him, he was the only reason I signed up. But now that I think about it, there was another thing.
I like helping people. I sabotaged my oppoturnity for a better job to help people.
I think that's keeping me here.
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And I finally found someone I couldn't leave."
5.
"I was just a guy who wanted to do his job and go home.
I miss that guy.
I think when I first got in charge, only for a bit, it started. Power is an addictive thing - you taste it once and one day you wake up on a comfy chair in your own office decorated to your needs, over a huge stash of paperwork you know is without a purpose.
Am I satisfied? I know I changed a lot since my first day. Sometimes I wish I never signed up for the job.
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Most of the time I am grateful I did."
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"Can we leave now?"
"We'll leave when you stop treating this like some kind of prison."
"Compared to actual prison, it's not that bad, really. No one raped me yet. I'm treating this like a weekend with my father."
"Which one?"
"You're mean, you know that?"
"I'm also the one that-"
"Yeah yeah, another speech about how you're my savior and angel and I'm nothing without you, Almighty and Cherished."
"I'm just saying that-"
"Then don't."
"Listen, this is for your own good."
"Stop acting like I'm the only screwed up person in our relationship."
"Relationship?"
"The air quotes aren't necessary, sweetie."
"Shut up."
"I don't think you get the point of therapy."
"I don't think YOU get the point of therapy."
"Oh, you're also a therapist now? God, I thank thou for thine blessing which is-"
"Okay, I get it."
"Oh, you haven't been getting 'it' for a while now."
"Can you-"
"Can we talk about your repressed feelings first? For example how you've been secretly in love with me for the past twenty years?"
"No, because we're focusing on you."
"AHA! You admitted it!"
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"You're not even denying it."
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"Huh. This is awkward."