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I Hit A Wall 6 am, and my dad drags me across the gravel driveway to wake me up. Blood mixed with lasts night’s makeup. I hit a wall. My siblings and I think he killed those people in our town. A town small enough for it to be weird that the killer was never caught. I hit a wall. Hidden guns in the walls, Ropes strung up all over the garage, And a diagnosed sociopath. I hit a wall. Sister has Stockholm Syndrome. After what he did to her, She still brings her kids to his house. I hit a wall. I’m bipolar And running out of things I can blame it on. Maybe it was the Gun plastered to my face. Or the **** pictures he threatened to take. I hit a wall. I hit a wall I hit a wall This time, It breaks.
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Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 2:07 PM UTC
I Hit A Wall
I Hit A Wall 6 am, and my dad drags me across the gravel driveway to wake me up. Blood mixed with lasts night’s makeup. I hit a wall. My siblings and I think he killed those people in our town. A town small enough for it to be weird that the killer was never caught. I hit a wall. Hidden guns in the walls, Ropes strung up all over the garage, And a diagnosed sociopath. I hit a wall. Sister has Stockholm Syndrome. After what he did to her, She still brings her kids to his house. I hit a wall. I’m bipolar And running out of things I can blame it on. Maybe it was the Gun plastered to my face. Or the **** pictures he threatened to take. I hit a wall. I hit a wall I hit a wall This time, It breaks.
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Callafuqua725
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 2:07 PM UTC
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