There is a point at which you must decide weather you are unhappy because your whole life has gone to shit, or because you have yet to do anything about it. I am the son of a witch.
There is nothing worse than being a part of SomeBodies chemical experiment and the experiment is simply faltered out because the table or the room is more important than the actual scientific experiment. The only important thing at this point you realize about the problem is the room itself, and blame where this experiment is happening, not that the experiment itself is happening. The connection that if the chemical reaction were to succeed. That is a problem.
I have family, who is an "voice for the devil" I have been torn apart from everything I've ever had because of this person. I never even got to have a kind of relationship with my father, It was that she made problems between the two of us and we could never be on a neutral page with each other. So we always saw eachother as problems in eachothers eyes for years and years, Because this girl was so manipulative. That I could consider myself never even getting to know my father, and my father, never getting to understand me, or so easily to say not getting to "know" his son. The fact that this girl will go tell strangers and people things that got her own son jumped and brutally kicked the shit out of. That you would really have a vengeance out for your own "family" I think I tried coming to terms with trying to accept and love you again, Multiples of times, And you prove me wrong every time. You would sell your kid out for your own benefit, For your own pleasure, For your own god ridden forbidden sake. To think that you would want somebody who just became a bloody mess, to do your own laundry for you. I think that ill forget you one day, And I wont feel bad when your soul, leaves your body. I wont be there on that day either, for obvious reasons. Your a murderer, Your unholy, And you take the brightest faces and brightest lights out of the world for no right means. There is nothing worse than the unknowing of what a wicked iniquitous lady of a mother that im "under" I begin to think you have me under your tides, That you have blown out the only moon, And that only light of daylight, seeps inside my skin. If it were such a crime to test your own kids will and morals, You'd be asking for death. You have lost your one son who gives the world, unfold. You have put the brightest lights in the sky under "shelter" And now I chose to go my own path, away from you, Back into reality, Back into sanity, Back into pleasure, And not pain. Goodbye, from your #1 son in the whole wide world.
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