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MyGen Profile Generator I fondly remember how i liked to relish in the arts as a young child, now days the old senses aren't what they used to be back then and neither are the looks. I've often noticed children running and playing in the park. Ow how i wish to play with them, in the sand, in the grass, in the shed. Now days all i can play with is my chair and myself. Youth is something i should forget about, they tell me but youth is all can i think of. All the day, all the night. My grandson does nothing but remind me of how old i am, but i feel so pround and glad when he sits on my lap. They say what i did was wrong. Can i not just enjoy the company of my grandchildren on my own. Can't i just have happyness with out a pill. They sit in the seat of power but if i was where they are, things would be different. My first time was a dissapointment. The anticipation of it created an anticlimax but it was the second time my imagination started to flutter. I saw new opening and exits. I saw more ways to enflict pain. I saw more ways to enflict relief. It got me on a roll. Next thing i know i was on the 8th and they were looking for me on the news. My name on TV. My boyhead dream come to life. A surge came over me, a volt of motavation. To become infamnous. To stay free and to change the way people see. I became notourous. I became a leader. I became an icon! My name was being written in the stars. They were no longer victims but servants, they were ants powerless to stop me untill one day they found me. They found my base, they found my cellar. They found the shed. Now nearing the end of my life, they still tell me what i did was wrong but that wouldn't stop me from doing it if i was ever given a moment to safise myself...