Denial returned, like a nagging cough you can never quite shake. Actually, it was always close at hand, and even though "satanic ritual abuse" did describe what had happened to me when I was a child. the concept was so foreign and so horrific that some part of me still wanted to stay in denial.Devil worship dominated my childhood. That was undeniable, even if it was still nearly impossible to contemplate. Both of my parents and any number of their friends, as well as "respected" members of our community, had worshipped Satan.I pushed the notion aside with all the power I could muster. I kept thinking to myself that it was ridiculous and impossible.p157
The fact is, the man who__ begotten me didn__ want me. In his eyes I should never have been born. And perhaps that would__e been best. As it was, my existence had proven to be nothing more than a nuisance for everyone. I angered my father, brought strife upon my mother, irritated my teachers, and annoyed the other children who were forced to interact with me in school. All by simply being. When you aren__ loved, you aren__ real. Life is cold, like the stone against my palm.
Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher
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The fact is, the man who__ begotten me didn__ want me. In his eyes I should never have been born. And perhaps that would__e been best. As it was, my existence had proven to be nothing more than a nuisance for everyone. I angered my father, brought strife upon my mother, irritated my teachers, and annoyed the other children who were forced to interact with me in school. All by simply being. When you aren__ loved, you aren__ real. Life is cold, like the stone against my palm.
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