BMI23. A Gift from the Crown of Brussels


Finally I met some people who were interested enough to take the time to understand me.
Why this happened  is not clear but it could be a gift from the Crown of Brussels.  I found several crowns of some children monarchs who had been murdered and I brought it back to Brussels because this is the monarchy that concerns itself with Royal matters.  It was there I met a benevolent group of people who offered me a very attractive place to stay. I was offered the opportunity to replace my hostile  family unit with a surrogate one made of member much more supportive that any of the original ones had been.  Many wounds were healed but I decided wonderful as the place was where I found refuge, I could not stay. I felt compelled to go back to the place in which I was so unhappy.
One of the supporters was a police officer and he said that I had been tortured severely and that the reason I was so badly treated was because I did not want to do what they wanted me to do.  He said the only way to break these ties was to give it time.  I said I did not want to be around people who I liked when I was suffering.  I would rather be among people who I did not like.
And so I went home to certain abuse.

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