Journal Entry #4 Insignificant Children




Dear Journal,

May 28, 1789

**Insignificant:too small or unimportant to be worth consideration.**

I asked myself if all of this was partly my fault. If I was the major factor in this catastrophic historical event in my newly destroyed world. Was I really part of it was I the insignificant child or was I not. I wanted the answer to my question was I the insignificant child was I or was I not. But I never got the answer in time, the answer slowly came later after our last historical event that affected everything in this world I still call home even though the people in this world destroyed our system, tainted the system, broke the system, our efficient system.

After all this time I thought that I wasn't a factor in this eternal rest never waking up there in the face of the devil or in the face of their god. But that was a lie that I kept feeding myself. I didn't want to think about the possibility. I wanted to feel as if I didn't matter into this factor and that I was just and Insignificant Child. Just a lie I feed myself. Every day, Every night until the day I needed to accept the fact that it was also my fault. It wasn't Quincy, not just Antoinette, not just Doll, not just Candy, and everyone else it was also my fault I was one of the insignificant children.

I started this power hungry era. I started the era where children from all across our corrupted world were hunted down, taken away from their families to be shipped off to laboratories to get tested on. Dying sometimes in the process of the elimination round. This round was a brutal time for the family and parental figure of these children who have been chosen to early to face the face of the devil or the face of their god.

But the next round would have gone differently if the government didn't stop the next round the reinventing round. They finally stood up for what they believed in and decided to fight for it. The Elimination Round, Reinventing Round, Reincarnation Round, Imagination Round and The Corruption Round. Each would become more horrid and unbearable. But only a few had to go through the rounds after the Elimination round because only a few would survive.

Oh, my this is becoming too unbearably sad I might stop it there and maybe someone could pick up on the subject. Well I'll be cutting this entry short for today I'll pick it back up or maybe she will pick it back up well goodbye to whomever is reading this.

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