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In My Head (Pt. 1)
Sometimes I don’t know what to be more afraid of...
Silence is falling over my body, but my head races with a million things to say. I cannot say them, because I don’t know if I am afraid of the...
Yelling bursts out of my mouth, I am loud also furious. I feel strong and I don’t mind getting hurt. I like to feel the punishment of violence.
I want to hurt him as much as possible but I am too weak. He is the superior one, the muscle and the brains of this never ending circus act.
I like it when he hits me… I like the bruises and the scars… the inner thoughts of the oo’s and ah’s. It’s like there is an audience in my head desperately waiting.
Silence is falling over my body, but my head races with a million things to say. I cannot say them, because I don’t know if I am afraid of the...
Yelling bursts out of my mouth, I am loud also furious. I feel strong and I don’t mind getting hurt. I like to feel the punishment of violence.
I want to hurt him as much as possible but I am too weak. He is the superior one, the muscle and the brains of this never ending circus act.
I like it when he hits me… I like the bruises and the scars… the inner thoughts of the oo’s and ah’s. It’s like there is an audience in my head desperately waiting.
Published 29th Jul 2014
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