But once I escaped to Houston in due time I realized I’m a special one. A greater one. Best of the best. Crème de la crème. It was all preparation. It was all apart of the story.
I use to think I was the forsaken one as a child. I questioned why God didn’t love me and what did I do deserve the life given to me. Why did the people who created me hate me. Why the only one who loved me was taken from me.