Nothing I say matters.

I don’t matter.

I’m sick and tired of this telepathy bullshit.

And my father will continue to abuse me.

And violate my mind.

And I don’t matter.

Because I don’t.

No one needs a reason

To abuse me.

I am small and unimportant.

I am a fleck on the wind shield.

Run me over.

I don’t matter.

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