Scourge

When I was 12 or 13 years old, our family went camping. I was playing with my friend when I slipt and fell down a steep slope which ripped and shreaded half of my face off right down to the bone in some spots so you could actualy see my skull. I was rushed to the nearist hospital and was knocked out as they had to remove the dirt, sharp rocks and broken and jagged sticks as well as broken glass from my skull. I also lossed a small piece of bone from the right side corner of my lower jaw because of it.

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WE ARE NOTHING MORE THEN BROKEN MACHINES