Hunting for the Truth

Bol

As a child I was always told everyone has a purpose in life. A reason for being alive. As a women I was told to sit down. Speak when spoken to. Listen to your elders. Dress like this, act like this. Don't be different. Don't be basic. Don't. Don't. Don't.I am so sick and tired of men thinking they have all the power. They created me. They turned me into this. The CIA took everything from me. They created me. Why?Why me? Why break me? Why experiment on me? Why experiment on children, broken little children? Why turn us into a killing machine and send us all over the world to do their dirty work? What is our purpose in life? What is mine? Am I meant to 'serve and protect' the country who destroyed me and turned me into their perfect little experiment? Or maybe my purpose is to stop the cycle, to stop them doing this over and over again, stop them ruining the lives of other children. Maybe my purpose is watching the world the CIA created burn down around them as they run and fight to survive. Oh, how the roles are reversed.

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