You ask me
"where has our sweet little girl gone? why are you so tired and vile? why must you be different?"
I will tell you where she went
She went to camp
with all the other kids her age
They were all given they're traits and talents
she was cursed with the blessing of confidence
she was not afraid to be loud and different
until she learned the hard way what happens
when you are different
and "uncool"
so the council chipped away at her soul
piece
by piece
by chunk
by chunk
until she had worn so many masks she couldn't tell what was real anymore
until she accepted her fate
and she died.
long ago.
and I was born.
do not ask where your little girl has gone
i did not murder her
i did not take her
she found her own way to victory and the end of the line
and allowed me to take my rightful place as
your son.
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