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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. | ||
β | After that I was left alone for so long that i thought i might have been forgotten. Then they came for me again. I was allowed to help in their tasks, though I did not enjoy that. But if I was on their side of the knife, I was not hurt. I could only witness. I was told I | + | After that I was left alone for so long that i thought i might have been forgotten. Then they came for me again. I was allowed to help in their tasks, though I did not enjoy that. But if I was on their side of the knife, I was not hurt. I could only witness. I was told I shad value to them in many small ways and that as long as I remained valuable and did not cause them trouble I would be given permission to move around the dark land. But I would return or they would hunt me and hurt me. |
When one is beaten often enough, one knows no difference. | When one is beaten often enough, one knows no difference. |