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A worst fate for late in life is to be beholden to the people that abused you for most of it because misfortune has been visited upon you. I'm a child again. The battles I forged, the scars I tore, the people I thought I'd changed for goodness sake was for naught. People "put up with" before they can accept, if ever. Me Toos are things you shove under the rug. Never to be spoken about because it's too fucking late for that shit. It won't stop. It never stops. Especially now that all children are liberated from their sexuality. They are all equally delicious. We'll just call it something else.
I forgave my monsters and my perception of them as patrons of hell. We are the things they inhale to get a high from. How do we get high? The irreversible damage is done and nobody cares.
There are monsters hiding under our banner which qualifies anyone to abuse anyone and the pedos are having a ball with it. History has proven that there are consequences for too much sexual freedom. I have no idea if I was supposed to be gay because people decided it for me or because I wanted it. Sister vs Primos. For the sake of better future mental health, I went with the primos.
The campaigns that created the art of neighborly hostility has 20 years of failure to back up its frivolity. Stop fussing in the mirror and check your soul. We can't even decide if we want to live or die as a nation and that is everyone's fault. 11-Dec-2020