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When I was young I was in an accident
Well more like I was sold by my parents my parents where filthy rich and sold me to some people because they didn't like me
But I like to call it kidnapped
They took me away
They did un speakable things
Every night I looked up to the sky and prayed
I prayed to be free
One day I woke up
I looked through my mirror
But it broke before I saw my reflection
I looked at my kidnappers as they walked in and they dropped dead
I found bandages and wrapped my face up so no one can see it
I went out and looked at someone
They where fine
So I smiled
I will find my parents and kill them for what they did

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