The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Leave you there by yourself chained to fate.

Mom, all the times you protected me from the outside world? You did more damage than the world ever did. You neglected and manipulated and let me take your husband's wrath you nasty rat.

Gnaw on it in solitude, I won't explain now.

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