The Birth

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The moment she came out of the womb she was different than the others. The way she smiled. The way she giggled like she knew something. They didn't realize it. There was something wrong.

She ate food like a wild animal. The way she ate a chicken alive out of the coop. She even ripped off all the baby doll's heads. She never really loved her parents and others around her like other children did. She seemed so lonely at the youngest age.

Her tree branch brown hair and crystal blue eyes could charm anyone. She never seemed uncomfortable her personality was so care free like a wild daisy growing a field. She always overpowered everyone and was always trying to be smarter than everyone. She always had to be entertained always distracted.

You may be wondering why I'm telling so many traits. They all match up to one thing. A psychopath.

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