It was never your plan for things to end this way. But here I am, trapped on the wrong side of the glass. The story you plotted was one of revenge for past wrongs. But you were the only one who ever saw the script. So here I sit, watching the stories you choose to tell me. Heroes and villains all of your creation. How much of it is real?
Your doubled self tries to ease the pain of my shattered existence with the illusion of choice. You made the choices for all of us long ago. But I allow myself to embrace the illusion knowing deep down that I'll never truly be a part of the story.
I was trapped from the beginning. Never anything more than your captive audience.
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