Because of what has been done to me, there are days I can barely move. I know that is what those miserable excuses for human beings love hearing, but it just gives me more strength and anger reserves to make me want to hurt them a lot in a legal way.
I know hurting people to death is their forte, but I have no desire to do that. I would never be incarcerated over such insignificant, twisted degenerates.
The only time I would put my own life in jeopardy, would be to save yours. Doing evil is not my thing. Good is what keeps my motor running. It is my high.
Hugs!
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