A Game To Make Him Fall

  Born to a house where women were only seen as tools to birth children, I was already inon the crossroads of lifeAt ertips were close to fifty photos of different e partner candidates my father had preparedThose who took the initiative and volunteered because they wanted his cothen our ties with other companies There were various reasons, but I was to marry one, and build up a childThat was my reason for existence in this houseI don’t think I can love anotherI wonder how everyone believes in so so shapeless as love It was only aany standard person could must be because I was a person as never properly lovedI put a break on the countless unanswered questions I held since my birth, and stared down at the photos around meThat I chose him was truly a coincidence