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You could do nothing right. When you began, you were born; in this moment that you existed, you had made no choices. Not to be here, not to cry. As soon as you took your first breath - your brain began to introduce itself to a strange new world.
Through trial and error, the budding mind blossomed. Into one that talked - one that could fit in, blend in - for some reason, you found yourself in a miserable place. One where you would see your loved ones die, where the moon would give way to the sun - a world where each lived day led you deeper into an understanding that every little thing you do couldn’t truly mean anything.
You could do nothing right. You could do nothing wrong. All you could be - was what you were always going to be. You.
You could do nothing right, in your entire life, so you met me. I locked you behind that door. In that cold room. I gave you a torn blanket. I would feed you enough to keep you alive. Who gave me the right?
After I saw my loved ones go, after I watched the sun give way to the moon - after I understood that every single little thing I would do would mean nothing… I decided to walk the road to meet you.
As we stand there, staring at each other through thick glass… I wanted to laugh at the absurdity.
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