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#15995 - 12/06/01 10:20 PM
My story
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Member MaleSurvivor
Registered: 12/04/01
Posts: 89
Loc: Ohio
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A lame poem that sums me up.
"These bars are cold The walls are wet My cellmate is sleeping And I've settled the debt"
It started years ago When I was a kid I had no idea They could do what they did
I loved my uncles and my aunts too I thought they were good I was a fool
I followed my uncle To the bedroom He said he loved me And then came the boom
A little while later My aunt spent the night She slept in my bed What she did wasn't right
Another uncle came by This time with his lady He was mad and mean So I did the things they made me
Then came an aunt She said I was cute The things she made me do My childhood was her loot
My brother came next It came as no surprise When he said he was horny I just closed my eyes
All this went on For many years For most nights My pillow was soaked in tears
As I got older I began to learn That I was a victim Just an innocence turned
I needed to escape Tried to be free I wanted to kill So I joined the military
I finally got away I wanted to try To have a new life Keep my pillow dry
There I met The woman of my dreams Kind and loving And many more things
When I fell for her I told her about my past She looked me in my eyes And said our love would always last
But my past messed me up Made my violence come out My commander told me That he wanted me out
So we moved away Back to her state There was no work there Sometimes we barely ate
So I went back home To find some work But I didn't realize The demons that lurked
I found a good job We were finally set Had a few kids Almost got a pet
But then my old family Interefered with my life Wanted me in theirs As well as my wife
I thought just maybe I'd give them a chance Try to keep the demons From doing their dance
I was able to do it For very little while But the nightmares returned I could no longer smile
I have always wanted For them to pay But now I am ready Its about that day
I am filled with hate I am full of rage I want them dead Not locked up in a cage
I want them to feel Like their soul is burned That god has left them From what he has learned
To make them know That they caused this And the pain they feel To me is pure bliss
To watch their bodies Lose flex and go limp To watch their life From their eyes' slip
Someday I'll succeed And probably be caught And when I'm in prison I'll recite this thought
"These bars are cold The walls are wet My cellmate is sleeping And I've settled the debt"
Will it be worth it? I think that it will Cause if god will not punish Then their lives I'LL steal.
I am patient
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Without my sons, I would not be here.
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#15996 - 12/07/01 05:44 AM
Re: My story
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Member MaleSurvivor
Registered: 05/18/01
Posts: 510
Loc: Los Angeles, California
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InjunE,
Ya know, i would think about moving about as far away from all of them as i could, just pick up and go start up somewhere else.
They will be held to answer for the things they have done, just like you at night when its dark and they are alone, just them and there own mind, they may be able to lie to themselves and make themselves look nice during the day, but at night when they are all alone they know on some level they will be held to answer and they are haunted by that.
They may be able to fool a few people here and there, but they will be held to answer.
John
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I asked him about this law he spoke of, he said,,, *watch* he then asked the others to share about their lives,,, the others talked of how things were for them, how things worked in their lives,,, and as they believed, it was so.
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