Showing posts with label aftermath. Show all posts
Showing posts with label aftermath. Show all posts
Thursday, March 24, 2011
dream
yelling at my father. i throw a wine bottle at him, it shatters, he picks up the pieces and pushes a shard through my left hand until it is cut up and bleeding. everyone said i deserved it because i was yelling.
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