i wake up, i cry over spilt milk, put all of my eggs in one basket, bite off more than i can chew, jump the gun, fly off the handle and then die on that hill
being raised solely to serve as belobog's shield and weapon, taught that his own thoughts, desires and identity were burdens to be discarded, and forced to abandon his sense of self until his voice became indistinguishable from his father's
do i really need to say more?