mgs1otacon:ＳＫＵＬＬ ＦＡＣＥThen the last identity I had left – the words I spoke – were pulled from me
mgs1otacon: ＳＫＵＬＬ ＦＡＣＥ Then the last identity I had left – the words I spoke – were pulled from me. My skin would never feel anything again. This face would be burned again, in torture, at foreign hands, but I, I still writhe in that burning factory. Doused in scalding rapeseed oil. That’s all I have to feel, that pain - all I have to remind me I exist here. -- source link