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by Pyro9
Rated: 18+ · Short Story · Biographical · #1360028
Who needs emotions
what am I, no feelings of any kind, no emotions, just situation reactions
can't form love, fuck what is love. I don't love anything I don't hate anything
Could it be that I grew up seeing my parents once a year,coming to visit me
, Me the kid they sacrificed so they could have enough money, I thought about this
many times playing in the junk yard, is it beacouse of my almost blind brother who just walked in piss drunk.
I'm getting tired of immitation I try as hard as I can to create this fascade, act as if i'm angry or happy,
who am I kidding i'm just a shell nothing inside but years of torture and bullying,
as if my parents never heared that you can actualy molest someone mentaly, the only pain
they accept is phisical, I can deal with phisical its the other one that I breathe day in and
day out, knocking my head in the wall trying to think why I deserved this, but there's my error, i didn't diserve it.
Am I the fucking child of entropy, and what does it have against me.
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