You fat bastard, how I wish you were dead,
You deserve a slow, painful death, it would only be fair.
Because of you I spend endless hours of crying,
I can't even sleep through the nightmares.
I'm always scared, and I feel all this guilt,
The guilt of not getting my siblings out of that hell hole,
After all, I was the oldest.
I should've been able to save them.
But I couldn't, you wouldn't let me.
You better hope I never see you again,
Because I'll cut off your dick and shove it down your throat,
And let you choke on it, the same way you made me,
And my sister, my three year old sister.
Author notes
I've been having a lot of nightmares lately, and this is one of them but it's not very detailed. Maybe I'll write another one some other time.
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very angry
its important to put anger on paper then you can get rid of always write not only are u excellent at it but it is a destresser
luv mom
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