What am I meant to do? Where am I meant to go when there are no visible escape routes? I am at the brunt of a despicable person’s mouth motoring vile and hurtful words this person uses on me just like a barf bag to pour out all his misery into me and it’s true that I am nothing to him but a barf bag who is on the receiving end of his abuse he receives from others then releases them into me calling me stupid and boring and eternally naive because someone else has called him so those very names in those very words until one day my heart really gives in and it stops beating and then he has no one to yell at on the receiving end when he himself becomes the barf bag itself which is bloated by now becomes from big to bigger that one day it bursts on his own face as he stops being functional in the community he locks himself up in the attic then slowly perishes day by day eventually in the darkness where no light can ever enter.
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