A Theory Of Hostility
he hit me again. he hit me again. he hit me again. he hit me again. he hit me again.
he hit me again. he hit me again. i picked up god in an entirely different language. he hit me again. he hit me again. without clothes. he hit me again. he hit me again. he hit me again. so my breathing had to be entirely different now. he hit me again. he hit me again. he hit me again in my sleep, even when i was far. he hit me again. he hit me again. he hit me again and i'll never be the same anymore he hit me again. in the rain. he hit me again and time doffed its white shrouds and became a cockpit. he hit me again. he hit me again. he hit me again. he hit me again. he hit me again. he hit me again. he hit me again. he hit me again. one day i will kill him. i promise. By B.B.P. Hosmillo QLRS Vol. 22 No. 3 Jul 2023_____
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