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Rejected, before I was born. Flesh to ashes, a new burned babe. Incinerated, denied the privilege of life, to kick and to squeal as a new born babe. I had no defence, a mighty small mite, growing, waiting, waiting in the womb, for freedom and life. Innocent, ignorant of my fate, Coaxed to come early, a strange...
