In order to get my freedom, I have to be submissive. I will accept everything. Let me try this again. But, I will make the world knee down to me. Their submission will be my rising. Be something to be something else.
My family might come tomorrow and if not then, I am waiting. I have patience. My writing hand is going numb again. If my methods did not work, then I would end myself. There will no running back then. The sisters are trying hard to get me. They have to be more than their self in order to get me.
And, I am looking forward with you. Just give me little more time. I will be back.
We have that walk, waiting for us. Be ready. You are mine.