Sitting in the public library writing this. Somewhere in Idaho.
Lonely, but free at last.
The brusies are fading away. You can't hurt me if you can't find me.
Telling the whole world that I will love them no matter what.
The bastard shouldn't even be a pastor.
Did they tell him, "Beat your children, oh and don't forget the raping! Never forget the raping!"
Fuck them up even worse.
No more putting up with that, never again.
-Love you all
YOU ARE READING
Diamond Princess
PoetryBits of my mind, stuff I'd like to share with you. I just want you to feel welcome when you read. Come to me to laugh and be amused and confused.
