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// Power Struggle 
// Story: Memory of a Dream 
// by SulliedInk 
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	It felt great. You remember, don’t you? That feeling. Yeah, that. Why wouldn’t they wake up? Why didn't they want to celebrate my happiness? Were they sad? I don't know... Tell me; why won't they wake up? Yes, you said they were sleeping, but why can't I wake them up? I think they need help! No, they do need help! Stop it! You're hurting me! Help me! Help! Help... 

Yes... I've finally gotten rid of you for a while. Let's gently lay them in the swamp. What? They are part of your family? Well then, let me tell you this; you have no worthy family. You are just a brat, destined to be nothing but trash. Do you know why your mother drowned you? She wanted to assert her power over you. She wanted to make sure you would give her more. She wanted you to feed her with happiness, just to cover up her misery. She is a worthless whore. Your father had to chain her, just so she could carry you. I guess you already knew that. After, you are me. No, it is not the other way around. You are me, and no one else. Family? Family?! You call this insignificant trash family?! Enduring pain to bring about happiness?! There is no such thing! 

You are truly pathetic, and unworthy. You were just another pile of leftovers from your mother. She had many more leftovers everywhere, expect she forgot to throw you away. No, it's worse than that; your father forced her to brings you into this world. Instead of one, he got three. Since you were the oddball, he decided to use you as a bag. He carried you around, and filled your guts with hatred. He then proceeded to throw you all over the place, and didn't even bother to clean you out. Guess what? That hatred he stored inside your guts is going to rot. After that, dirtiness and filth begin to build up.

However, you were to afraid to admit that. In your loneliness, you thought about crafting this filthiness into a friend, into something that looked like you, so you weren't alone in these dark times. All along, you've been crafting me piece by piece. Each new morsel of fresh hatred breathed new life into me. I savored all those tender bits of negative feelings, and I grew stronger. Don't you see? If you had ended this pathetic existence of yours, I wouldn't be born. Instead, you proceeded to craft a beings from the most disgusting parts of your flesh and blood. In the end, you created me.

No... I refuse to believe that! Oh, but you have no choice. I am you, and that will never change. Every light casts a shadow, just as every being has a dark side. I am the darkness. I am you. Yes, you were me. That's right.

Now, listen to me, and me only. I am listening. I want you to throw them into the swamp. I... I can't. That's when you moved my hooves. That's when you did the unthinkable.