I was only 9 years old.
I loved Gnomeo so much, I had all the merchandise and movies.
I pray to Gnomeo every night, thanking him for the life I've been given. "Gnomeo is love," I say, "Gnomeo is life."
My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to Gnomeo.
I called him a cunt.
He hits me and sends me to sleep.
I'm crying now and my face hurts.
I lay in bed, really cold. I feel something warm...
It's Gnomeo! I was so happy.
He whispers in my ear "This is my garden."
He grabs me with his porcelain hands and puts me on my hands and knees.
I'm ready.
I spread my ass cheeks for Gnomeo.
He penetrates my butthole.
It hurts so much, but I do it for Gnomeo.
I can feel my butt tearing and eyes watering.
I want to please Gnomeo.
He yiffs a mighty yiff as he fills my butt with his love.
My dad walks in.
Gnomeo looks him straight in the eye and says,
"It's all gnomer now."
Gnomeo leaves through my window.
Gnomeo is love. Gnomeo is life.
