TW: Murder 

This ain't poetry, but it is stuff that I totally didn't just invented 

Once upon a time, there were three people. There was Heart, they were really caring for their siblings, and always give their love to every people in town and rely all their choices by what they thought what was right. There was Mind, they cared for Heart and their other sibling, they gave knowledge and wisdom to the town people and rely all their choices on what they thought what was the most logical. And there was Soul, the youngest if them three. Soul was a sensible person and always needed help from Heart and Mind. They wished they didn't need help from them, although both said that it was okay to ask help.

One day, the three decided to become one, so they can like a person, just like the people. Their form was a human, except the human had three eyes. The didn't know what to call themselves, until the smartest offered to be called Maori. Heart like the sound and Soul simply agreed. When they tried to move, it felt like three hand were pulling the rope to a different side. They didn't know what to do, until Mind spoke:

Mind: How about we let Soul manage the body

Soul: What? But I'm the weakest of the three. Why don't you let Heart control it?

Mind: Heart is trust anyone easily, and I have trust issues. But don't worry, we will guide you and give you the right choices

Heart: Besides, who knows what wonderful stuff you can do

Soul: Okay. But don't complain when I say I told you so

Oh dear. What great memories they've had. They became friendly with the neighbors and willing to help around the community as they also shared the wisdom and legends, and taught people too. As time came by, Soul began to make their own decisions and no longer needing the help from their siblings, as they began to weaken and began to turn into disappear slowly, forming into the body.

Until one day, Soul wanted to talk to Heart and Mind. They tried calling out their name, but they wouldn't respond. She tried over and over again until she realized. They didn't want it to be true, so they tried to deform back I to the three body, but the more they tried, the more energy drained to them. Their heart were broken and their mind couldn't function. All they thought it was hopelessness. Then a figure appeared 

Soul: Hi. I'm sorry for being like this. Can you tell me your name?

???: Don't worry dear, everyone goes through this. I should introduce myself as Despair. Fortunately for you, I have a way for you to go through

Soul: Really?

Despair: Of course. All you need is to go to sleep. 

Soul: Are you sure is going to work?

Despair: Yes dear. Trust me

Soul obeyed her and slept profoundly. Little that Soul know that the lady in dark dress tied a rope around their neck and hanged it up on a branch of the tree, making them bleed from their mouth, even kept running when they're turned into a corpse.

Despair: I'm so sorry, you were my favorite. But you were on my list and I've had to do what I needed to do

If you liked it, I might have to started to get on my stuff because this might be the fifth sto

ry I want to make. Two of them will be I.I. fanfic.