You have dried off in the sheets of paper
Your looks speak of tiredness in ancient paints
A moment of wonder was enough for you to seek out a place
A place to live
To thrive
To explore
To complete me
I made a choice of letting you dwell
Wished you could get rid of survival hunger
Here we could be together
I let you possess me
Now is it me or is it me?
Who is me? For sure this is not at all we.

In life you're the main character.
The main character doesn't die.

The main character
She's so lovable and nice
Nobody hates her
except for the villains
Those mean
little
villains.
Those villains that she destroys each episode
Those villains she made everyone hate
Those villains that nobody likes
Well, some people do.
The people that 'look into things'
Those **** people
They say she's abusing her power
That she's using people for her own wants
That she only cares about reputation
They're wrong.
They just don't understand her!
She had such a bad past.
Everyone hated her, but she proved people wrong!
Anything bad she's ever done is because of those people
Those people that hated her.
Those people that watched her suffer.
Her actions are always justified.
She's the main the character,
and everyone loves the main character.