You destroyed my family, and I'm going to find you
Not like my father, who left for the mainland after the slow poisoning of his marriage
Not like my mother, who withdrew into herself and grew colder every day
No, not me. I nursed every ounce of hatred that festered in me
I let it seep into the cracks until it drowned any chance I had of happiness, relationships, a life
But I don't care
I know you're still here
And I'll stay on this rock until I find you
I don't believe in an afterlife, but I can assure you of this:
If you don't burn in hell,
I'm going to make sure that you burn down here first.
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