Changeling

When I was born my brother saw bad creatures in my cott so he used a toy car to stab my leg it bled bad and started to clott mum thought they tried to take me the night that I was born found me stuck behind the head board unconcious in the morn when I was four and he was six Neil saw something on tv so he touched with a piece of lead was it a changeling or just me guess he stopped believing that my soul was taken out I think they bloody fooled you put more in I have no doubt I never fitted in to well for all my living days except for now I don't know how there's a wind blowing my way

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jeremy-wyatt

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