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Are you working towards your dreams

Omg no I’m not!!! But thank you for asking

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If your child has heard a death threat coming out of your mouth, you’re an abuser.

If your child is used to being called stupid, worthless, burden, or any kind of slur by you, you’re an abuser.

If your child knows every single way you’d like to hurt them and flinches away when you walk thru the door, you’re an abuser.

If your child knows their every vulnerability would be used as a weapon against them in your mind, you’re an abuser.

If your child was made to feel guilty and ashamed for the pain they’re being put thru, if they were told by your mouth they deserved it, you’re an abuser.

If your child heard you telling them to hurt themselves, or had you do nothing as they were hurting their own self, you’re an abuser.

If your child has to look elsewhere for the slightest bit of acknowledgment, attention and kindness, you’re an abuser.

If your child frets that other people would treat them so cruelly as you do, you’re an abuser.

If your child is afraid that other people will think of them as lowly as you do, you’re an abuser.

If your child had to beg for a necessity from you, you’re an abuser.

If your child was forced to offer labour, services or go thru strain and fear to gain basic necessities from you, you’re an abuser.

If your child had to fight to deserve to be part of your family, or to have you even acknowledge them, you’re an abuser.

If your child had no safety, support, security or love in your home, you’re an abuser.

If your child lived in fear of being kicked out, humiliated and abandoned by you, you’re an abuser.

If all you taught your child was how it feels to be hated, you’re an abuser.

If you refuse to acknowledge even for a second that you put your child thru all that suffering and fear, and still try to paint yourself as a benefactor in your child’s life, you’re an abuser and a liar.

No child has ever deserved any of this.

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bitches will bring a million things to do on a train ride or long car trip and then spend the entire time looking out the window and daydreaming. i’m bitches

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echo park be reading your soul sometimes

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W. B. YEATS

“Love’s Decay” from The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats (1996);

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