My Story

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I was taken from my family and sold to a woman in a witches hat.

She took a knife and carved a circle in my head

laughing with her children she began tearing the flesh out of my body,

cutting out my skin with a sharp kitchen knife I cried but no one could hear me.

When the torture was finally over she put a candle inside of my hollow form

and left me to die on her front porch

I am a pumpkin...

Pumpkins have feelings too.HAPPY HALLOWEEN :)

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