Impotence with me. I have no childhood, more than that feeling. It hit me, since that time my parents beat me, viciously, until I was thrown like a wounded animal. I was charged with an offense that I did not commit. That day I learned that, no reason, someone can be angry with me and attack me.
is why I feel, always facing the door, to monitor the offender, I know, will come for me. If my back, silent tears start to moan, his hands clenched. My family and I have told friends. I give the seat without making any comment.
I tried to flee away. But when I get my boat harbor has escaped. I know he has stayed. Do not give up its prey.
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