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Sick, Infected With?Contaminated, I was born
Born with the pain of a million years,
Born to hurt all those but myself
Born to save myself.
If I should leave,
Depart those who have taken care of
Me, all but me?
I would hurt
I wouldn't hurt, I have no pain
Though I was born with plenty
It shows none although through my eyes.
More of this is to come,
Until we either give up or die out,
I was born so.
Cranium. Ch. 22.
I walked the street, hood up, eyes down. My two main goals most nights were to find a place to stay tonight, and some food to eat. Raddick would usually provide the second, he always found a way to get an extra portion and save it for me. The most comfortable alleyway I could find before dark, when things got dangerous, would provide the first goal.
I did have a gun, but it only held one bullet. It was a gift from my father the night he kicked me out; he said "emergencies only, you bastard." Then he pushed me out the door.
At first, I was scared. I didn't eat real food for about a month, and what I did eat usually came out of d
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