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They took everything from him. They took his arm, his memories, his life. They took his free will, his happiness, his childhood. They took his brain, his soul, his person.
They battered him and spat at him and kicked him and prodded and poked him and slapped him and burnt him.
Life slipped away like sand through his fingers when he used to go to the beach with Ma.
His body isn't his own. His brain doesn't belong to him.
As long as my heart is still beating, I'm still alive, he repeats like a prayer. He doesn't believe it.