1975 a nurse molested me at my cousins place. then my cousin started it as well. I wet the bed and was frighten all the time.

then they tried to drown me.

they didn’t like me.

mary kept calling me by my sisters name all the time.

I knew she had it in for me big time…. she didn’t like me at all.

then in 1977 una started on me… she was up to no good

medling where she was not welcome.

all the parties that fat cancer burden b**** mary had to get in the way all the time.

mean while I was being molested by about 5 people like a town w****…

I didn’t like it but I had to pretend I liked it.

life became a lie. you live a lie for others and not for yourself.

I lived a lie for mary and her cancer, or this one or that one.

not one person ever asked “and how are you?”

do you need any help?

can I help you?

not even room service, you know what I mean!?