me with the pearly laughter and the voice that was soft like wind chimes? The death that would deliver me from my suffering?

I don't believe in fate. Fate believes in me. It wants me to hold onto it. It wants to be noticed and loved. Fate is my father and I can no longer believe in him since my mother died. No more.

I believe in the pain Pain means life. Life means passing away. Passing away means death. Death is my silent companion - from beginning to end. I am free. I am redeemed.

The child of love lives on in the paradise of the air. Heaven is my kingdom. The clouds my bed. Air and light, rain and thunderstorms are my food. I live for love - and I died for it. Farewell, father. See you in a next life. Hopefully with consistency.

I am Missionvale.

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© Kunoichi_Hamina

A / N: Inspired by a text in English class that made me personally very moved and upset, speechless and angry. I hate the right of the strong who pretend to make the weak weaker because they cannot cope with their own weakness.