I once sought freedom in knowledge.

  I believed that if I uncovered enough truths, I could shatter the limits placed upon me. But the more I learned, the heavier my burdens became. Truth does not set one free—it only sharpens the bars of the cage.

  I once sought freedom in strength.

  I believed that if I became powerful enough, I could break the chains binding me to this world. But the stronger I became, the more unbreakable those chains felt. Strength does not grant freedom—it only forges a heavier shackle.

  Neither path leads beyond the walls of fate. Everything leads to the same end.

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  I continue to blame this world for shackling my soul.

  I continue to run from myself in this barren land.

  Nothing can flourish here, yet the questions of my existence refuse to wither.

  Yet, I still wonder…

  Do I truly hate others, or do I hate myself?

  If my own existence is a prison, should I not be the one to destroy it?

  If this land is ever to become the neverland we dreamed of, must those like me remain hidden?

  Why question my existence when I can simply rid myself of this endless epiphany of my uselessness?

  Whoever finds this note, continue to question yourself. If you fail to become an honest person like myself...

  Always remember, death is your only option.