That's Just Fucked Up
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Last published Mon, May 10, 2021
This is stuff that's just fucked up.
No, I don't mean, like, major problems in our world. Those need to be discussed, but I'm not the one to start this conversation. I mean things like parents teaching their kids nursery rhymes.
That might not make sense as of right this moment, but you'll understand as you read.
Feel free to share messed up shit that you want me to discuss in the comments sections, by the way, as long as they fit in with the other things.
Most of it will be creepy in some way or another.
Also, you better be prepared to have even more of your childhood, and possibly even adulthood, ruined.
As I tell the stories, I will also give my thoughts on said stories. I don't know how to explain it, so just read and maybe you'll get it. Point is, I'm not just going to tell you what is messed up and why and then be done with it, I'm sharing my personal thoughts on every bit of it.
Feel free to use these explanations and whatever. I didn't come up with these on my own. Just give me credit, and don't copy word for word. Kay? Cool.
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