Do you notice that ater hurt comes burning anger?
The anger is quick to come and slow to leave.
Almost like a relitive whom overstays there wellcome.
Aunt Crystal got to my Dad and alot of my cusins.
Out of them only one was strong enough to get away.
Her family still has lingering resentment tward her.
I can't, don't, and won't pretened to blame them.
I'v never realy forgiven my father. He gave up and so did I.
When will it end? When will the adects and deallers get help?
Never. That's when.
I hoped my generation would be the last to know the sick smell of death.
The Devil was at work that knight.
He came out to play.
To give them his candy, to pass Aunt Crystal around like a high priced
prositute.
It won't end.
 
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