The Splintered Doll

<p><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>My life was vicious</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> but don't feel sorry for me. I wasn't always the victim; in fact I left a few victims of my own.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I had to. It's called survival and I couldn't survive if I was weak. I'll tell you my story but I warn you now it's not pretty. I came from a family made up of killers liars and thieves.</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Remorse isn't in our vocabulary.</strong></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I've seen so much </span><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>horror pain and heartbreak </strong><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I've become numb to its presence. Nevertheless who I am is not nearly as important as how I got this way and If I go down I'm taking some of them with me.</span></p><p></p>