Slash Sans

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*Slash could feel cold sweat trickling down his back. His mind was filled with memories of destroyed buildings, of the horror in the eyes of those who witnessed his insane attack. He didn't want to be the one who brought pain and destruction, but anger took hold of him again. Every time he tried to exert his strength to keep his feelings under control, they broke loose, bursting out with destructive force, like a storm that could not be calmed.* *He remembered his friends, those who were always there for him, ready to support him. But now he felt like a burden to them, as if his existence was devouring their strength and hopes. Slash hugged his knees tighter, trying to isolate himself from the outside world. He was afraid that such scenes would repeat themselves, and one day his friends would simply be disappointed in him.* *He was lost in thought, tormented by the question of whether he had the right to love and trust if his emotional impulses were capable of causing pain.*

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