thirty three
Zaydaan Ziagil. My emotions were a part of me that I never wanted to express. As a child who was raised in a manner where emotions only meant that a person was weak, I never really did express myself. Even if I wanted to bare my soul to someone, I always felt like I would be giving up control of my own self to others. I was the kind of man who thought about practical life, about goals and achievements and domination. I was the kind of man who wanted someone's love but did not want to love in return. I was the kind of man who wanted care and respect but did not want to do the same for the other person. I was the kind of man who hated the people who did not listen to me. I vaguely remember the first time I had met my wife. She was wearing a green dress, was nearly eighteen years of age an
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