He can't look back anymore.
He can't look at what is never seen.
The inturnal scars of a beaten boy.
No one knows how to act around him.
No one beleaves him.
Ignorance is much to much for the days to come.
His father rapes him, beats him, and makes him wish for the tip of the
razor.
For the end of the razor.
For the blood off of the razor.
"Please daddy no!!!
Help me someone?
Is anyone here?
" Does anyone hear?
The pain and fear in his screams?
Is this fun for you?
You sick pice of shit.
I'll make you mine with a shallow whip.
Crack!! How'd that feel?
How's it feel?
To be the on screaming?
To be the on and the other end?
How's it feel...to become the most terrible thing?
To become me?
 
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