Blood that is all I see.
Screams that is all I hear.
Numb that is how I feel.
Metallic is all I smell.
That is what I remember of my life.
I dont remember my name, my family, or if I have family, all I remember is that horrific night. I remember death. Then I blacked out. Now I'm in a adoption home. At least I think that is the place im at. No one talks to me. Not like I can. I refuse to talk. Until I remember who I am. I won't speak to anyone.
I have weird cravings. Like...
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