From whence I came from a life of abuse. It permeated like a force of muse gandering at the thought of a perfidious life. It too gave me thoughts of the world, was it a fallacy world of coincidence that led me to a demised sight? I had to improvise my life to form a basis of moral injunction to rebel against the impunity injurious people that innately instilled trepidation in me. Fear was no lie in this scenario, thy love was nowhere and yet they said it while walloping us... ultimately, adequate action was taken to seek a better me, so that I may never turn into a monster... People tell you to accept it, it's just not that easy. You end up accepting the secrets of the monster. For me, I'll never get over it. Pieces of me are still lost and they're prying their way out, but I'm not willing to let them out. I'm not even willing to say the word of what he did to us. Instead, I talk about the abuse, the sexual abuse and even who they killed. It wasn't just one person that died while...