Seized invaluable thing that made me an innocent child. Deprived opportunity to enjoy abundantly childhood.
While others lavished outside I was constrained to engage in actions that damaged my health and physical state. Locked away like prisoner in a sombre Arctic cabin with limited space to breathe and move.
Your gloomy substantial binoculars exhibit non-existence of humanity in your soul. Broken sections in my heart will eventually repair.
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