invasion

natural thick blonde hair, reminds me of my Mother.

insane, like a dog with rabies. i hated her. the

way she looked at me with disdain, like i wanted to

ruin her life.

my Mother never wanted this.

she didn't ask to be invaded with hate from him.

when she whispered

no,

he ignored her, and flooded her body with hate and mistrust,

which she took out on me.


the product of the invasion, and now I hate him for it.




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