"I know there is not much to say. I am not a good person. I try to be, but often, I am not. My name is Julius Caesar. Not the Roman emperor, no. You might not like what I say or do. You might hate me. But that's okay. Doesn't matter anyway. Not after what happened to me. Read at your own risk and you should probably take a deep breath...because I didn't when I started to live this 'story'.
Seems like I forgot how to breathe...
Sorry, so so sorry."
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He kills with apathy. Smokes with passion. Hates his father. Loves insanely.
He makes a mistake. Unforgivable- according to his father.
His world comes to an end when he's still very alive. He tries to fight back.
He tries to understand himself in a journey that was meant to make him lose himself for vengeance.
He meets lots of people. And suddenly his past catches up with him.
It reminds him who he is and where he stands. A murderer.
Julius Caesar decides it was time for sacrifices. Hard ones that'll leave him nothing, but a broken heart.
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First Draft.
Under continous editing.
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