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Title: Unfairness

You make up all these rules, and become my worlds dectator. You consume and take control, then form the dreadful alience. You curropt for your own reasons, and the way this is going, my worlds future can easily be fortolled. It is dark and confined. It's no longer my choice to deside. I can not run and hide, for I am traped and only given so much. All of it is bull crap, this is about to make me snap. What you do to me is like solitary confindment, but you do not care and purposly denie it. I'm not the one who desides, it's no longer my worlds design. You have changed it and it is no longer sublimn. The darkness consumed my mind. Don't worry I'll be fine. Only because I can't do anything, your crime will be allowed but will not be ignored. Total and complete curroption is not something I can afford.