What I Must Remember
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I need to remember what I am, I need to remember where I came from. I know I can hear voices in my head tell me what I am, but all I hear are mumbles and whispers. Nothing comes out clearly, I'm all alone, I have no family. Does anyone even want me for what I am, or am I just a tool? I am not a human, but a key.
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I stand outside my home broken and shattered, who I am I don't know. I stare at my ever pale hands and try to see what made me like this from under my skin, but I guess I wasn't given that kind of gift but I have in me some form of powers that seemed to have brought me misfortune. I owe this all to my dad because if he never met my mom maybe just maybe I would have been born normal. I wish I wasn't born a freak, born a hybrid.
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