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Aug 2014
I ordered this thing called a "****** Doll."
It's made of this tough. durable fabric and you're supposed to take this
rag doll looking thing
and bang it against the wall when you're mad.
I've tried but I don't think it works for me.
So i consider the brutal sport of boxing and
pounding the **** out of that punching bag
but with those big heavy gloves, the contact of the plastic gloves to the plastic covering of the bag makes it so
impersonal.
With my raw hands, i want to knock make a
******* hole in the wall,
punch the **** out of someones jaw.
My direct skin to the first thing in sight.
No gloves, no ****** Doll.
Just me and my open ****** knuckles to do the talking
for when my mouth can't.
I'd say writing is my outlet but my words have never been sharp enough to cut wounds in someone's skins as deep as they made mine.
Mel
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Mel  TX
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