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March 1, 1987
Someone snatched my clothes right off of me. Left me here naked and alone. And the chill that is my only companii stays frozen on my skin like stone.
Someone snatched away my heart, and wore as it their own. Told me to find another one, because with me, it does not belong.
Someone stole my voice. Left me alone without a scream or a cry. Told me I wasn't allowed to speak. No listening ears would even try.
Someone stole my life. Put me in a new and told me that this how I will live.
Live with no will to fight, no voice, no heart, no clothes in my back. Told me that I didn't deserve the life I lived before. They decided for me that I will grow to have a heart that was rotten over stone. They decided for me that will live with tears falling in the rain. The decided for me that will live to broken apart. Tossed around. Kicked around. Bruises left upon my naked skin.
"This is how you will live!" The screamed. "You will live with an aching, heart. You will live with tears permanently drawn on your doleful face. This is how you will live. You will be as cold as the skin that's wrapped around your muscles. This is how you will live!"
I was told there will no happy ending for me. There will be no laughter. There will be no smiles. No warmth. No love. Someone decided that I would grow up to be miserable. Grow up empty and soulless, and the funny thing about it is...she didn't even know it....
How could she had known?
How could she had known that the first in my skin will melt away like honey? How could she had known someone would steal back my etching heart?
How could she had known?
How could she had known I would grow to find my voice. The voice she thought she gave to me. How could she had known I would have steal back my life?
How could she had known I would fight back?
"No! This not how I will live. This is the life that you give? No! My heart is not meant to bleed! My heart is not meant to break. My tears will give me permanent strength! This is not how I will live! I was not built to break. My triumphant screams will make this world shake! That is how I will live!"
