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The abused and neglected will stay confused and rejected, because they will start hurting themselves, when you stop out of guilt (yourselves) unable to ease their own pain, unable to realize they go through it again with or without you, conditioned. My hands as big and strong as those that squeezed a tender wrist, couldn't hurt another. But a mind that went through that daily grind is still tender, like putty in your hands when you realized a gullible soul seeking harmonious life only found you, and now handles a knife since you left to shame me for daring near a sunny disposition. Your only aim was to manipulate and leave me in the cold again. Isn't it bold to blame me, as I blame myself for being a tender soul who can never grew up, always wanting to believe in facsimile utopia I could pick up where I left off — or stuck in infinite loop — believing, spiraling believing in people like you to lift me up, deflecting words of shame, your little blame game that leaves me gaslit. 6.17.21 11.14.23 adds/edits/restructure/rhyme and it’s power or retraction (Kit’s Higher Ratings) ...if I could punish you...disconnect, resurrect and try again for myself this time. I'll keep writing these five minute things. Not a fiver anymore And a big fuck you to Dave who hears me rail against those who shut me out in the gym with ‘Your a big guy’ (making excuses for ignorant dickheads) like it’s supposed to suggest I can take the emotional abuse from dehumanizing assholes. Though, if it was somewhere else…nope, never raise a hand. I’ll keep using my words…questions even.
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