Who are you and who am I? You worked so hard to blur the lines to splinter me into a thousand pieces and, yet, become one with you. You! Who are you? Who the heck are you? Do you even know as you do your master's bidding? I feel the pain inside me wanting to come out, but that is not all I see. I also see the pain inside you, the pain you try to hide behind, "I don't remember doing that". You triggered my programming every chance you got. You pushed me hard to make me break in order to keep you safe. You never could get that I did/do love you in spite of all you have done. I know you are broken. Do you? Are you as painfully aware of your brokenness as I am of mine? Or am I the first generation? I have prayed for you to find freedom as I have done, for your bonds to be released as mine have, for your heart and spirit to heal as have mine. I am not there, yet, and won't be until the end. But I am not what I was. I am no longer a puppet to be used for their purposes, for your purposes. You cannot pull my strings anymore for they have been cut, severed, burned, gone! I no longer respond to the cues, to the unspoken (and spoken) requests hiding behind your (and their) words and actions. No more acts. And though I'm still not fully healed from the blood that was shed or the acts committed I will continue to grow. I am strong in the Creator, not the one you tried to make Him out to be, the real One. All glory to the One True God!