I suppose then that I'm fucked-up; A pervert. The question is will I follow the path of perversion, or will I find the yellow brick road?That she flaked was to be expected. It was always on the cards that she'd take him back. Sometimes I think I should force her to the ground and, let�s not mince words here, rape her.
Sometimes I dream.
she, they say, didn't use me, but she did. So touchy feely, I see her with everyone else. Does she really have sex with her Dad? Perhaps that would explain some.
I was naive. It serves me right, I wanted to be used. I wanted love, and I still do.
I dream of her touch, the caress.
Madness beckons, I should just kill myself.
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