My turn.
The Creator keeps insisting that I share a couple thoughts. Honestly, I think I have bigger and more important things to do but I guess you can only defy your writer for so long.
So here I am. Ready to share a couple things I've been thinking about for a long time.
This world is made up of choices. Choices to stay, to leave, to fight, to obey. Choices that determine who we are.
My choices, or my lack of choices rather, seems to have dragged me down pretty far. A prisoner in my own...home, daughter of a...you know I can't think of anything to call him. A demon, I suppose. And it certainly doesn't feel like I've ever been able to choose anything.
Or, it didn't.
Not until I realized all the things I have chosen. To speak to the experiment I am forbidden to even be in the same room as, to save the girl everyone somehow knew was going to be different from the rest of us.
Those were good choices. Choices that made a difference.
I guess what I'm trying to say is it is the things we choose to fight for that define us. It's the things we love that make us who we are.
So choose wisely.
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