A Game To Make Him Fall

Born to a house where women were only seen as tools to birth children, I was already in my twenties. I was standing on the crossroads of life._x000D_

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At my fingertips were close to fifty photos of different men. They were the marriage partner candidates my father had prepared._x000D_

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Those who took the initiative and volunteered because they wanted his company, and those that were recommended to strengthen our ties with other companies. There were various reasons, but I was to marry one, and build up a child._x000D_

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That was my reason for existence in this house._x000D_

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I don’t think I can love another._x000D_

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I wonder how everyone believes in something so shapeless as love. It was only a marvel to me._x000D_

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That I couldn’t do something any standard person could must be because I was a person who was never properly loved._x000D_

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I put a break on the countless unanswered questions I held since my birth, and stared down at the photos around me._x000D_

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That I chose him was truly a coincidence.