They say life is beautiful, that no matter the hardships you'll eventually overcome them all, for some life has bumps and to others they have huge steeps that is hard to come over but then eventually they over come. But as for me I'm in the end, the end that no one ever talks about because no one wants to get into my predicament. Where if I look forward i only see a road going down, there's no road to going up; and no one wants to remember that for some people. We just can't go forward. That isn't a 'hardship' its a life style. A life style i was dragged into and forced to accept. A life my dignity was stripped from me as I was forced to keep a smile on my face as I watched these men, woman hide me away while they had their perfect life.
And it sickened me
It sickened me to the core, to the point I finally realized I'll always have a hatred for those perfect families.
I hated everything that had to do with it.
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Trapped (BDSM) (BoyXBoy)
Non-FictionMy eyes darted across the room as the door to the small dirty room cracked open; to my dismay no one walked in, at least not yet. I kept my eyes on the ajar open door and on the mess that I created, if i was going to get beat for it might as well ha...
