I have nothing else to prove to the world, to my peers, or my families. Everything i did at work, i did with pride and indulgence in selfless sacrifice. I never wanted any praises or awards, i only want freedom. I want to live how i want to. The choice representative of my own free will. Detached from the expectations of this wretched society. This life i owe to God, and to him alone i shall pay tribute to, not to my parents. If i ever wanted to make them happy, i'd do so because i love them. Yet, the reverse, i can't be sure.
Before, i couldn't say it clearly. Now, the thought is screaming inside my head. It's only what i feel. Nothing makes me happier than imagining if i hadn't been born at all.
-Man A.
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Glass House
Short StoryVery, very short flash fictions. A few paragraphs of perverse self-indulgence. Will be updated as i see fit.