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sykopathicfreek Junior Member
since 2003-04-22
Posts 24ohio, usa |
Why do you talk to me like i am trash I never did anything to you I mean but take your cash. I am your child what would you think I need money to survive or else i would stink. Thats no reason to hurt me like you do money isnt the whole world anyway i always feel blue. Physical abuse is already an illegal art I hate the way you hit me it goes striaght to heart. Mental abuse is always just as bad most times its even worse im only eighteen, thats sad. Your forty-five years old and still cant grow up your always so childish and lame why do you do all that hes not a pup Hes my little brother dont treat him like that your so sadistic and evil You need to be slapped. Oh well none of my words will ever hurt you your conscience is no longer there your heart is more rigid than a shoe. No matter how hard I tried to let my feelings out no one ever listens to me it all ends with a gun and a shout. "Pain is but weakness leaving the body" |
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sykopathicfreek Junior Member
since 2003-04-22
Posts 24ohio, usa |
I also need to find a title for this. I tried but couldnt think. Please help me out. Thank you. |
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teenpoet Member
since 2001-10-17
Posts 280Michigan |
Maybe something like You Abuse Us or Abusing Us or something, I don't know. But if it's true I hope everything turns out alright. That sort of stuff shouldn't happen but it does. |
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