I hate you.
I can't think anymore.
All I can do is get high.
I want to forget about the Men That raped me.
I don't want to think about what he said to me today.
I can't handle "it" today.
I'm going to kill myself.
Where were you when I were on My Knees and he were Screaming at me asking me if I liked Being Used, where Were you Yeshua?, if you cared you would have ripped open the layer of that day, you would have came running in, if you cared you would have saved me from My oppressors. You would have ran to me, you would have grabbed me by the Hand and you would have taken me away from that day in the woods yet instead you watched somewhere In the midst of this life you gave me as a gift you just sat and watched me get "played", Christ you didn't stop "it". Im just not worth "it". In fact today is just not worth "it".
I can't think about that day today.
I don't want to suck Satins package today.
I'm tired.
I can't God.
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Everyone Screams To Things Unseen
Non-FictionThe diary of a woman struggling to navigate clearly through life in 21st century America as the lines between the natural and spiritual world become blurred.
