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Compulsion

December 17, 2015
By ThePotatoTater GOLD, Brooklyn, New York
ThePotatoTater GOLD, Brooklyn, New York
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Mama.

           Daddy.

She hadn't smiled in years. 

                                         He hadn't laughed in years.

Food.

           Money.

Care.

          Money.

 

Pain, crudeness, no escape. 

A burden, a prisoner trapped 

between the walls

crumbling and shattering

from the abhorrent 

deafening yellings. 

 

Chained, restricted

of freedom

freedom from making my own choices.

Abuse, threats.

Loved by force

not

choice

if there is.



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