That queer beat it in front of me, asked me to eat it in the RV he got mad I wouldn’t so he beat me, not long.. I grew to be strong. I live with his pain of life. He couldn’t beat me physically anymore so after his trip to prison, he’d cry and scream awful things at me in a blackout rage. I don’t want his pain.. it’s not even mine or a hundred percent accurate. Just.. sad. It makes me so mad.
