The little weed twisted around my finger. When I tug at it gently, it cries out faintly, “I want to live.” Hoping not to be pulled out, it digs its h… - Fumiko Kaneko
" "The little weed twisted around my finger.
When I tug at it gently, it cries out faintly,
“I want to live.”
Hoping not to be pulled out, it digs its heels in.
I feel mean and sad.
Is this the end of its bitter struggle for life?
I chuckle softly at it.
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About Fumiko Kaneko
(金子 文子, Kaneko Fumiko, January 25, 1903 – July 23, 1926) or rarely Pak Fumiko and Pak Munja (Korean: 박문자; : 朴文子), was a Japanese anarchist and nihilist. She was convicted of plotting to assassinate members of the Japanese Imperial family.
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Park Fumiko
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Park Munja
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