Editing Dark things go bump in the dark night
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I was taught. If for no reason other then to be a more useful tool. I was taught proper speech to be able to tell them how much I hurt. | I was taught. If for no reason other then to be a more useful tool. I was taught proper speech to be able to tell them how much I hurt. | ||
β | Yet I was left | + | Yet I was left a lone most of the time. Often I hid. They might grab one of the others like me if I hid better then them. I took to stealing books. And taking them to my hiding place. I found books they certainly did not want me to read. |
At some point I passed some barrier. I do not know when but I began to change. I took on shapes I was not born with. They pushed and prodded and tormented me to take these forms but for some reason I could not achieve what they wanted. I could take the form but not the colors, not the hair, not the finger nails. They said the smallest flaw would be detected and I must try harder. I did. But there was pain and failure. They called me flawed. Broken. Limited. | At some point I passed some barrier. I do not know when but I began to change. I took on shapes I was not born with. They pushed and prodded and tormented me to take these forms but for some reason I could not achieve what they wanted. I could take the form but not the colors, not the hair, not the finger nails. They said the smallest flaw would be detected and I must try harder. I did. But there was pain and failure. They called me flawed. Broken. Limited. |