The name they’ve given me when I was born means “Perfect”, for they see I am a perfect. I grew up as the perfect child they’ve wanted me to be.  Full of energy, full of love, full of life.  I was enjoying life to it’s fullest... until that day!  The incident that had caused my whole world to crumble into dust.  The day fate had made me live yet lifeless.  My very soul was broken beyond repair and I succumb myself to despair.  I just hate everything!  I hate to see people around me.  Hate how people talk or look at me.  Their words are nothing but white noises.  Their eyes?? Pretty much full of pity.  Pity for the young man who’s full of scar from the past.  Mocking discreetly through their smiles as to how such resemblance of perfection suddenly became a piece of trash.  I hate it!  I hate how the world left me like this.  I just wanted to be gone forever and end this misery. 

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“I don’t care if you don’t want to live.  I will make sure to make you want to live. Hate me all you want but I won’t give up on you”, you’ve said, voice full of emotions I don’t understand.  A smile on those lips.  Eyes twinkling more beautiful than the stars. Face lightning up like a sun beaming.  

Tell me... what are you?  Who are you? Why???