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NO I SAID NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHY DID HE NOT LISTEN? WHY NO LISTEN? NOT SUPPOSED TO PLAY LIKE THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (&(*^&%^*&%^*&%^&%^!@@@#$##@@!@$#%^&&**(())(*&^%$#@@ ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() He sang to me, he sang to me, while he did it, right in our ear, he sang song,,,,,,,,, I am not supposed to be telling, no no nonononononononononno He sang a song, ohhh it wsa sooo bad....he broke my stuffy, he broke ti, it was fluffy tail like me, it was a fox, why he break it? We played his game, he said still so we where he sang a song, I no supposed to sing it but I do, its stuck it upsets silver i sing it all day, me so bad..... he sang: "all your fault all your fault, you so pretty you so pretty, it;s all your fault, had ot have you, had to touch you, all your fault all your fault..your so prettty yours so so pretty, all your fault, had to have a taste, it's all yuor fault, had to have you, had to feel you...this is all your fault.... It all my fault, I no want to play his game, I soorry, i bad I am not supposed to tell, going to get in trouble now, but Silver siad ot write here, not pucnh things our bite, she said write here..so I listen because silvber nice..... still going to be in trouble though.......... |
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Silver you are not going to get in trouble for telling. By telling you will release yourself from the secret. It is the way to get better. And it wasn't your fault and you are not bad. He lied...
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I am sorry for Fernfox, she had to get it all out, she carries so much anger sometimes, it is scary, she likes to punch or bite things, and usually the body pays the price.
Just scarred, too much, it's like I can't go a night without reliving it, we talk about touch in communications class, and I freaked, had to leave the room, broke a pencil, just damn it's all too much. That ****ing song plays in my head all day long, over and over and over |
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