What does it mean to be friends? Sometimes I don't know. I walk with, talk with and eat alongside a 'friend' of mine all the time but I don't call to him by 'friend'. My only best friend betrayed me and tossed me to dust and my core was unmoved yet I felt emotion and what one might call agitation. These emotions are so confusing in me but sure in my watching of others. My mind is off; I feel no emotion by heart and must learn to distinguish them in me. My eyes are unfit; they see the wrong colors and miss the 'Red'. What's red 'and' green, they seem the same... In me they appear soft and like blue and cool. They are not hot like yellow is. To say all these things to my once best friend was a death wish and it was done. I am called a dog for my eyes and called pycho for my emotion. So what am I? I am called a child for my love of playthings and confections. I am called anorexic for my weight. I am called a trick for my refusal to 'love' another. I am called a sweet heart for my voice and a banshee for my roar. What am I? Why? Why? What have I done? I cannot see. My only friend fed me to a wolf and burned the scraps. I am who I am and I am protanomic and I am stoic. I am playful. I am the akuziki musume. I am a voice actor. And I am alone. I am. That's all
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