Death My Friend

Ever since I was a baby, Death has been my friend. It all started on the day I was born, my fate was to die. My mother did not have a healthy pregnancy unfortunately, and I was meant to die. But, according to Death, I saw them and giggled. I giggled and kicked my feet, and when they went to take my soul and body, I kicked my feet, kicking through their body of smoke. And they saw my future, I would always stay strong, I would get my way, and I would not take no for an answer. Most plead for mercy, they said, but I planted two feet and said no.
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contains mentions of abuse*