they decided to torture me again.
I was left in my cell with the sounds of screaming agony. My hands were tied.. but the screams continued.
I know it can’t last. They won’t shatter my will..
I just tell myself…
17 years, 9 months 28 days.
can’t sleep, clowns will eat him.
(rocks back and forth with dazed look in eyes)
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Err…was this yours or‘s perspective?
*huggles*
Oh no my friend… just wait until he can run from room to room pulling everything within reach onto the floor.
And begins to mispronounce F…O…R…K in front of his grandparents….
The fun has only just begun!!!