Cavernclan
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Thread Topic: Cavernclan
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I sugarcoated it with pokemon. .3.)
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nonononono please. Rave, I am begging you. I promised youu I'd leave if things got too bad. I know what i can handlee.))
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Dude, shes double clicking again. ._.)
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You know what you think you can handle. And don't start on the whole leaving story. both of us know you're to stubborn to do that. And that is what will lead you to be six feet underground before you even know it.
Morbid stuff aside, you need to tell someone. Anyone. I don't care who. Just do it.) -
I've told you. Now Absol knows. Omegy knows. Finchy knew. )
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True, i WAS unaware of this until now, so it does count i guess. .3.)
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Everyone, calm down at the sight of morgan butterfreeman:
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I meant people who know your area code and can call your police station. )
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No.
If you really want to know, I will explain it to you because I trust you. Maybe it will help you understand how hard it is. But I can't tell anyone else.) -
@lueh are you talking to me or rave...?)
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I meant Rave, but you could listen too))
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Explain it, then. )
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Imagine going to school with a huge red mark on one side of your jaw. Imagine wearing a jacket on hot days to hide the mottled black and blue patterns dotting your arms. Imagine pretending to ignore the worried looks from you're teacher as you curtly explain to him "I fell."
Imagine the image of a man with a raised fist burned forever into your mind, imagine flinching every time you hear the word "father". Imagine getting hit so hard in the ribs that you can barely move without a sharp ache attacking you. Imagine dreaming of guns, wishing that someone would just please come and kill you and end the hell.
But then imagine an apology. Imagine a tearful face who hugs you and says "I'm sorry" over and over againn and even though you know hell turn around and hit you againn tomorrow you cant help but forgive him.
Because when you look at him you don't see the man who beats you. You see the man who taught you to swim. The man who sang you to sleep and rubbed your back until your nightmares ran away.
I remember the man he was; the person he can still be. I can't hurt him. I cantt)) -
This
This is basically like battered wife syndrome, but with a child. Can I please weigh in on this?)) -
feel free everyone elsee has))
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