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❝nobody trusts me. how is that?
have i betrayed you all? have i angered you?
have i taken from you what you hold dear?
mother has abandoned me. i am left to rot in this dirty, ugly basement.
please send me a sign, gods and devils. shall i die? shall i rot?
do you trust me, god of death?
mother says i am only a child. mother knows i am 23 years of age.
when i sent her down the staircase for hurting me, she locked me in the cellar.
mother shouldn't have hurt me. mother made a mistake.
mother deserves to die.❞
I write off the page and sign my name, which I don't even want to own anymore.
If I have nothing, why should I keep my name?
'Angela'
It means nothing to me anymore.
Not a gift anymore.
Not helping, it's not helping.
I scribble my name off the dusty page. I think real hard. What makes sense?
I write in, 'Mina'.
Angela Rey is dead. I stabbed her in the carotid artery with this pen.
Mina Rey has just been born.
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𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐘 - ✔️
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