Is this a dream?
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((‼️NOT COMPLETE‼️))
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The first time of my life, the very first. The day I was born, though I couldn't see anything clearly without blur and daze was suppressed by what I could comprehend, that was somebody holding me, I felt myself cry and moaning as my toothless mouth, filling with spit, tried to voice my expression. I couldn't stop myself. The woman kept holding me and whispering something in my ear, a prayer of some kind. My tears turned into slight nods of drowsiness and my eyes started to be confined. I was soon carried away from my birth giver and put to sleep while I was being enclosed inside a comfortable sleeping wrap.
While I was asleep my birth givers had transported me to what was their living quarters, I was sat on a uncomfortable and dingy smelling couch and was left alone as my parents exited the room. I could barely move as my eyes fill up with water as I wailed around helplessly while nobody came to deliver. They had arrived at a later time, and came to supply my needs. I was fed, washed, and placed into a wooden crib, there ws nothing but a pungent smell of dust and elderly objects. I was drifted off to sleep soon after they had to adjourn to something else.
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This became a routine, being fed, bathed, dressed and put to bed without blather and talking amongst my birth givers and or myself. I was just an object in their possession, I was never let outside. Only for their enjoyment. This eventually led on for several years, years I couldn't count.
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When I was of age to go to school like everyone else I was kept home, I thought nothing of it. I was homeschooled, taught only the right way of living. This way was to "live modestly, praise to your givers." Those were two of the very many rules my givers had taught me. I could only read book that my male giver had published for me. They contained stories of others that participated I had heard of in my religion, I had never seen these people but I was left to believe, or grasp onto my belief of their existence.
This was the norm for me, they had boarded up any contact with the outside world, any supposed harmful truths that would lie on the other side of the window sill.
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This was the norm for me, they had boarded up any contact with the outside world, any supposed harmful truths that would lie on the other side of the window sill. The so called brutality, anger, and rust filled world that I would lie soon so many years later.
