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My small life soon enough will change into something else
I know I’m still quite young, too young to be exact, the exhilaration of growth of my short life not helping any that much is for sure, but the lure, of being a normal kid, even if it’s just pretend too strong to ignore, some days
This life with its the daily training stealing so much of what I could be - someone with a regular life span, starting slow as a growing child at ease, only wanting the galaxy to embrace and learn all which there is before becoming all grown up
Alas, I am simply a product out of necessity, a slave perhaps, part of a machinery, made to grow up fast and learn the trade to be a soldier in a war, to score, and all that just because someone else invaded someone else’s territory
Still, it could be worse, as I would not even exist, have a life where I live and breathe if the conflict raging out there had not enlisted the services of cloners creating me, and my kind, having found a donor of so very fine, and so here we all are… clones from a jar
You may ask why I dare to complain about a precious gift such as this, to simply exist? And my response always the same, without any kind of blame - I don’t, complain, simply enjoying a moment, as a kid, pretending, playing, fooling around like I matter
And so for now, that needs to be enough, as I will soon grow up, learn and become a soldier to join in the fight, so that you and others of your kin are able to freely live, without too much in fear
While I, am soldiering on, even if a small child I still just might be, doing what I’m told