As for the random unedited excerpt, here you go:
A sob.
The sobbing of a five year old girl is enough to make even the cruelest man stop and listen. If he has the slightesst decency left in his bones, he will feel that child's pain. But that cruel man will walk away. A hero will run to the girl, ask her what is wrong, and hold her close.
From the bellows of her stomach I heard my sister's pain. There was no physical pain. It was the pain of disbelief, the pain of fear, the pain of confusion. There is no other pain like it in the world. Not if you endured every torture chamber ever conceived by man and still lived. No, this pain is far greater. And it never leaves.
Yeah. I have no idea where these writing skills are coming from. But they better keep coming!
Love,
Domi
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