Sad
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The sort of sad I feel is straight to the bones. Its an aching, dull sort of pain that constantly tires you out and drags you down. It's the sort of sadness that settles in your muscles and leaks into your bloodstream with every sideways, crooked beat of your heart. It makes your every cell feel heavy and weak, like someone's dipped each separate one in concrete and settled them back in your body. It weighs you down until you can barely move, barely talk, barely breathe. The sort of sad I feel is a lost concept to some people. They don't understand why I could be so sad when I have so much. They say I'm living the life, I've got everything I could possibly need, but I don't. I'm stuck in a hole I've dug with my own shovel, and I keep digging. Because the people that don't understand, they're standing above me, watching my arms work and my fingers bleed while I dig further and further down, drinking water while I'm drowning. The sort of sad I feel is sort of always like that. Always like drowning and watching people drink what's pulling me down. It's like watching someone light a match while my skin is melting off. It's like seeing someone drop an ice cube into their glass while I'm freezing to the ground. It's like digging a hole while everyone else throws dirt back in. The sort of sad I feel is always there, like the air and the earth, and it won't ever quit, like the wind and the rain.
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I live in a world where I am nameless. I live in a world where I do not matter except or unless I am owned by someone. I do not have rights, freedoms, joys, wishes, or aspirations. I am property. I was born and raised to belong to someone that will one day take me away like the fairy tale stories that I listened to everyday in the house I live in. I prayed every night that a handsome prince would come and take me to live in his castle just like in the books. I prayed that I would be a princess and have a kingdom just like in the books. But I was never told that the books were all lies. I was never told the true reason why I was a well sought after commodity. I was never told that I am not the only one like me. When I found out it was too late to save myself. To think and in less than 4 days I will be taken away from my current home and be in a home of my own. I sat on the simple wooden bed hoping that my owner was nice and kind. I hated to think about some of the stories that I heard about the other girls like me. I hated thinking about being exterminated because I made my owner unhappy. I thought to myself that I would try real hard to keep him happy. I remember the covenant of rules that would keep me and my owner happy. I would need to follow five rules. 1. Always obey my owner. 2. Always be available to my owner. 3. Never talk back. 4. Always agree with my owner. 5. I am not human so I cannot do human things. I wondered how pretty human women were. I was so nervous about my departure I nearly refused to leave my room. I could leave if there wasn’t anything wrong with me physically. I remember the den mother telling me not to do anything that would cause a refund or else I would be exterminated upon refund. My new owner had thirty days to return me. If he returned me and no one else was interested I would be exterminated. I would be killed because it would be thought that I was defective and no one would want a defective product.

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