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... king that never gave a glance to the people that needed his help the most.
My mother? I never met her.
My father? I never met him.
I was born as the only surviving egg inside a nasty poodle in the streets, I crawled my way through the nasty and fool-smelling water as I arrived in the slums, a place filled with danger.
I did not know how to speak, nor read, not even fight… I was lost.
I just knew that I was born and that deep within me, there was the insti ...
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