They say a man had found me torn and bleeding more dead than alive left like a discarded bagage they threw words around me like those of exposure massive trauma pneumonia but I wasn't there to hear them i'm empty inside- the pain is throbbing from the torture of the man who ruined my eternal existence they say surgery lasted eight hours they removed more than they left but I was already empty inside it was days before I opened my eyes weeks before I spoke what could I say after all their hard work they should have let me die because i'm empty inside and the pain is still there and my eternal existence is killed off from this one crude manBirth sign: Aries
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