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This place which i call home, is more like a hellish place. I can feel the dark fires burning me alive. I pray everyday that the next will be better. not a day goes by that i dont ask myself, why me? why am i tortured so? I live in the pits of hell and my step dad is the devil himself. Not a day goes by which he doesnt try to make me feel guilty and sorrowful. He fills my life with darkness.... I say i don hate...but if there is anyone i do hate, its him. I despise him; he causes me hate, anger, guiltyness sorrowness. when am i going to be saved from his wrath, from this place of home and hell? When i ask.... When
 Amaya_Ells · Thu May 18, 2006 @ 10:36pm · 0 Comments |
