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I don't really know how to start. Really... My life, the road I am tracking.. all the mosters that I used to hunt is usually bigger than me. It seem like I was strucked by a lighting. Where in I almost wanted to give up. To quit and just burry my self 6 feet below the ground.  I never had time to rest. I never had time to complain. You know where I am good at? To chase my life. To keep on moving on. To keep on fighting.​​