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Post by memoricprism on Nov 12, 2007 11:29:22 GMT -5
Ever since I was a little boy, I always thought that I was completely bunk to society. Everybody believed it. My life is a breathing, thinking, story filled of hate.
I spent many years near to the ocean, and constantly throwing myself into its' fury to escape my father's beatings and yelling. I wanted to become one with the earth to be at peace.
I even did ritual, I would stand at my waist in the water, on my knees, and stretch my arms up into the sky, then I'd fall backwards with my arms falling forwards.
This way, I could have the water blow into my nose. Stingy, it felt, like needles pricking the very insides of my nose. It would cause me to send the foul saltiness of the water to go into my mouth as I gasped for air.
When I was sixteen, my life had drastically changed, not only with the man a haggard and drawn out man who was once handsome, I absorbed all his fine features and made them my own to enhance what I had had already. The old man died.
He separated me and my twin sister, while keeping me with the insufferable, little sister that loved me more than a brother.
I enjoyed playing with her feelings, even to some undesirable points. She was insufferable otherwise.
She also died, the family that was housing me, gave me a plane ticket and sent me off.
I despised the idea, but it had really been a nice one in the end.
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