Wednesday, November 9, 2011

the grapes

i remember playing in the yard one day and my father calling me to come inside...the only thought i had was that it was time for another beating...but no...he wanted to share some grapes with me...how screwed up our minds can become...500 beatings...then one order of grapes and you just want to forget about all the abuse...our needs want to control us...and they can find any excuse they desire...what ever your needs are...place truth first.

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