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    Once upon a time I thought my skin couldn't bleed. Once upon a time, I thought my skin was steel. Copper bronze to high caramel, I grew into my skin but what did the world see? They saw darkness, hatred, anger and most of all fear. They smelled my fear as I keen their curiosity. My antennas connect with mother as they saw off our connection. And to that I used their weapons and against them they brought the wrath of me, upon them. I let my anger manifest and manipulate their politics to my whelm. Once upon a time I hated myself, lost myself. And once upon a time darkness found me, comforted me and built a stronger, sensible me. Once upon that time I killed my mirrored enemy.