I don't belong in this world.
I've no right to exist.
I'm a Nobody, just a shadow.
Just a being who will fade.
I've no emotion, no feelings.
Even for Nobodies, I'm weird.
My birth was pure luck.
I'm a being with no purpose.
My only purpose is to get used.
Everybody uses me for my powers.
I've powers over memories.
I'm just a shell with a unique power.
I'm a witch with no resentment.
I'm a puppet in their game.
A puppet with many stings.
They use me for their wants.
Then they throw me to the side.
Those people then pick me up again.
The vicious cycle repeats itself.
All I am to them is a puppet.
For I'm a replica of memories.
This was why I was created.
I'm doomed to repeat this for eternity.
I collect hearts and then break.
I break and then collect hearts.
That's all my life is.
A puppet and a witch.
Two shadows of two people.
Both of them think the same thing.
That they've no right to exist.
They are wrong.
They've hearts, emotions, and memories.
They just need to open their eyes.