I wasn't a cute baby. I looked hideous with a blotchy red face and ugly patchy hair. My hair has always been wild and that's why my father always kept it shaved or short. After he was gone it became wild and the other boys hated me for it. I never figured out why. When you think 'baby' you think of some cute little infant with fat cheeks and twinkling eyes. A lot of the boys said I didn't even have eyes because of how much I cried as a baby. My dad said I was born with abs and muscles but I always assumed he was lying. Most of the boys only got their abs at age two or three, not straight out of the womb. I must have looked like such a hideous creature that the doctors wanted to get rid of me. One doctor told them to forget about it. I still remember how satisfying it was to kill him. Be warned, my childhood isn't sweet, it's not happy, nice, or full of any type of love. It's gruesome, mean, and plain inhuman. Yet you still read on, why?
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