Found this on a floppy disk from elementary school. Its from when I first started my web site and a page on there called mind complaxion it was basicaly like a journal sept most of it was babbling. I thought I would post it for fun since like no one reads this. enjoy!
"Pain for thier pleasure"
Sounds like:Smile Empty Soul: No where kids
Running down the street, breathing as hard as posible, I stop, the blood is pouring down my face. When will they stop beating on me Two more blocks and I'm home. so mommy can hold me and daddy can scold me. mommy will tell me every thing wwill be ok.daddy will tell me to stick up for my self. How can you stick up for your self when you don't know who that is. I find it hard to believe it will be ok. because I know on monday I will be sent back. to run in the halls. and hide from them. untill friday again when theres no where to run. when I am left there to wait. and end up running home again and the same thing happens every week. I go home bleading or bruised, get comforted by my mother scolded by my fathe, then I go play an instument till I get yelled at to be quite. My fingers bleed some times if I am playing my guitar. I play it so hard. That why its red it used to be lighter. I eat supper then cry my self to sleep. I hate that place it tortures me and scares me. yet every morning they send me back there. I don't wanna go back I am always afraid they will go to far and I won't be able to run home. the one place where my music lives. Where I come alive.
"Pain for thier pleasure"
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