Why, among all of the souls, was mine picked?
Who made that decision, and why was I blamed for the agreement I don't even know about?
What promise have I made?
If I am at the non-existence, would it ever change anything?
Let my body be here, but let another take over.
It wouldn't matter, would it?
The saddest part is life is a prison.
But the other option does not come with a middle ground solution.
And so, I live.