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Trigger warning!!!!!! Please go no further if you are easily triggered....
(((((Yoda)))))
My heart hurts for all of us...creepy, maniacal abusers came into our lives and snatched a piece of our soul. The very essence of me was groomed, taken, fondled, penetrated, and my silence was purchased by dirty, stinking money. Bastards. (there's more than one, but I'll focus on my primary)
No longer a chance to kill him now, dammit, throat cancer beat me to it.
I find I have written a lot, not to be posted here, because it has too many twists and turns. This thread belongs to Yoda. Perhaps, I'll post it elsewhere, someday. I mention it as a way of saying thank you to Yoda and every one who responds. You have given me the chance to purge one more time.
No longer a chance to kill him now, dammit, throat cancer beat me to it.
I have vomited on his headstone several times. When I return to my hometown, I make a point to go visit him (and others). I speak my piece and proceed to pour about a quart of my urine on his headstone and the grass above him. I have had a few drunken occasions to deliver in person.
Vile and despicable acts befitting a vile and despicable man who stole the innocence of many a child just like me.
No longer a chance to kill him, but I can piss on him and I damn well do. Good riddance, says I.
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notz
Last edited by notz; Oct 14, 2009 at 07:21 PM.
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