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You should be dead, you know that?

You should be dead, and yet you're not.

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Why?

Why do you get to live?

Why do you, of all people, get to live?

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No wonder your guardian wanted to name you after a bird.

You are much like one, are you not?

Colorful, inexperienced and scared of the living world yet not hesitant to leap out of the nest and explore it.

Even after you're injured, the second you heal is the second you take flight again.

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Pigeon.

What a silly way to cover up your real name.

You are more beautiful in reality.

A nickname means nothing when compared to a real name.

A real name has an attachment.

Nicknames will never have such a powerful feeling.

I am not to judge what your real name is.

Nor can your family decide that for you.

That is for you to decide by following your soul.

That being said, tomorrow, you will see that.

Tomorrow, you have allowed someone to remember.

Tomorrow, when you wake up, you will remember an old friend.

What happens then?

You could blame their actions on yourself, or you could not.

Either way, it's best you don't lose sleep over it.

People become monsters when there is no light to see them.

Good luck, my red-chested feathery friend.

You'll need it.