And they were darn tootin’! How’s wringing her skimpy neck while ripping the rest of her body apart?
. . .imagined burning her at the stake. How about slowly chopping her to shreds while cutting her heart from its socket? When thought out, there were an abundance of ways to return the pain. But no torture could repair what had already been inflicted . . . became one traumatized, sickened, damaged, whacked-out, crazed, screwed-up, and messed-up individual. Those toxic thoughts were never played out and are buried deep in my mind. The toxic world I once lived in was pitch black and so full of darkness. Now all that toxicity has become a thing of the past.
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