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-Monologue-
I’m pleased when I shed blood.
Each time I see that smile,
It seems that I wish to exist here
After all.
And yet… ...they often strike me with their arms,
And before my eyes I become thin.
I cling onto the notion of wanting to be hit,
But that only drives others away.
Eventually,
I was able to catch sight of what I wanted to do.
In order to satisfy myself, I want them to use their power;
Strike me, I want to be kicked.
This was the reason that I
Longed for.
Let this be visible through blood and pain.
They said that I might be here
Because of the sign.
That’s why I
Use the little strength I own and be kicked against the stone pavement
And steal food:
Ripe fruit that’s just been cut
And a little bit of bread.
In this, I want more,
And everything goes well.
――And yet, God why?
