Tuesday, January 4, 2011

She Who Must Not Be Named

Imagine being me.

Imagine your father being tied a collar to his neck and drag and kicked around like a dog.
Imagine your mother made a whore by her husband and told to fuck anyone anybody told her to.

Imagine that.

And imagine that you can only watch, you have to watch it all.
But you can do nothing about it.

Imagine yourself at that postion.






Now you know half of my feeling.

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