Did I choose to be on the outside? No, I was forced out. I was dragged out to the streets against my will. I, once a respected member of the inside, was kicked out by the people I once loved, and spat on by the people I once kissed.
I fiddled with the lighter in my hand, and asked myself, "Will this really be worth it?"
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The sword on the battlefield does not distinguish between the good and the evil. The victor determines who the heroes and villains are.
My mouth was feeling parched, and I struggled to breathe. My hands started to bleed from gripping the sword too tightly. Everything in me wanted to give up. And so I fell to my knees and shut my eyes, awaiting the fates to overtake me.