Don't Believe Me (I'm Lying)

Don't Believe Me (I'm Lying)

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Every lie I told, every word that came out of my mouth, people thought was the truth. But I could not reverse what I said. It was my gift, at least that's what others told me. It was fun at first, telling people they owed me money, and they would give it to me. Heck! I could steal anything and people would think I bought it when they stopped and asked! Just because I said it. But after a while it was not so fun. Not fun at all. Especially when I was kidnapped and forced to tell my parents I wasn't their child. That man would have killed them, and me, if I hadn't. I didn't even know who my attacker was, or why they wanted me to do what they said. But the worst part was, when I told my parents I wasn't their child, they believed me.
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Unable to age, unable to die. So many people want me, but they can't have me. They want to experiment on me and use my blood to make more people like me. They want an army, an army that will take over humanity. An army that will end the world. I am a fighter, I work alone. But I have more problems then just them chasing me to worry about. I'm looking for something, wanting to be someone else, I'm hunting for my freedom. I don't want this, I don't want this life. This live and never die or age crap, I'm done with it. I can never love a man because we won't die old together, I want freedom from this. I walk around everyday seeing families, happy and smiling; it kills me inside. I want that, but I can't have that. I can't have that because of this curse, because of this group of people trying to catch me, use me. I may be human but we all know I'm beyond important. Others think it's incredible! I hate it, I want out, I want to be free.. But can I ever truly be?

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