Feral child

You think I do not know.

I know everything.

Yes, my picture exists in those documentaries and internet profiles. I am a feral child you say.

I am more human than you are I say.

Thank the nature that I escaped your clasp. How does a feral child know these terms? Just become I am wild does not mean I cannot understand your ways.

I hate your ways. You are of a disgusting kind. I pity you and I am happy I have learned the language so I could share that with you.

Haha – envision a feral person emulating the movements of laughter without feeling any of them.  My eyes are still crazy. Because I am nothing like you. I am real. Peace be on you simple child. Do not involve yourself in the animal ways.

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