Reblogged from missiontomission, written by Brian Fulmer.
I was created by my mother to reproduce; I assume to be her legacy. But I was a failure from the start as it was learned that I was not fertile. I was removed from my mother immediately (again I assumed because I had no worth to her). What good is an infertile being to it’s mother? After being loaded in a dirty truck I was put through harsh showers and abused by harsh lights and belts only to end up in a dark cold box where I was cold and alone. What had I done to deserve this?
Again I was moved, lifted, boxed and moved again only to end up in another cold place where I sat for days, possibly weeks. After one more move I found myself in the worst predicament of my life – in boiling water! God, I cried, why am I being tortured when all I…
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