I can't stand the flashbacks...and it's killing me...
I've been centering around a particularly bad foster home...
I remember that the man used to make me go to the basement...he had a box of stuff down there...sex toys...whips...things like that...and he's use them...he'd use gags...and tape to keep me quiet...and do it at night while everyone else was asleep...
I remember that he's tell my brother that no one was allowed down there...and I wasn't allowed to tell...I know that the woman knew...she had to know...it was so obvious but she didn't do a thing...
I have to stop...I'm sorry this is like nothing but I can't do any more...

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This city looks so pretty, do you wanna burn it with me?