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Stolen childhood

Did I get dropped out the sky or floated to the surface Was I sent up in a elevator from the underground I have never seen pictures of myself as a newborn or infant No baby stories about baby milestones dislikes or like Told, my cry sounded as if I had a bell on my tongue No baby stories from parents; stories started from 18 months old Around 5y I started visiting with dad mother and grandmother Another girl was there around same age, she was very mischievous Frequent visits around 6y with dad grandmother were weird and draining Dad grandmother laid me down and spoke over me in tongue Mother of the church is what they called her; witchcraft at its finest Her and her daughter with church members performed rituals Something changed; she was me and I was her (energetically) Didn't understand reasons dad mother kept hiding my hands I had to sit on my hands when dad grandmother had visitors Nasty nose bleeds, nightmares and changed behaviors at home My parents knew what was happening and downplayed it Mom start labeling me evil; Dad was lost for words I was a quiet shy non confrontational 5y girl, bullied by peers Only preferred vegetables, no meat, no violence, no noise By 9y, a outspoken meat loving bully who scared people The next time I saw other girl she was sweet, shy, wholesome Religious darkness is real and I have been targeted my whole life They ally knew I was a healer, but deemed me as a demon Paid to curse a beloved child to change the purpose to bring love I fought those energies off for years, no help or guidance Presently I am stronger than expected, and I physically fought alone Spiritually my ancestors helped and I am forever grateful A lot of perseverance; upright, feet to the ground, head held high.

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