I Was Once the Invisible Child
carol: they took my kiemona and my angelo(parents)with brutal-force and left me
for the janitors of the deserts to feast on my child wounded carcase. i live within
the hidden confines of a twisted and perverted place. my heart be not tainted
with hate nor my mind disturbia by the cruelties of the pasted hidious inflicted
fate. i merely await my future manifestation of a hopeful love of life and all its
splendor. why else would i have survive such deeds ago, which render me once,
the invisible child?
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