I remember as a young teen there were these bastard Walking Holes who were always with the bullies mocking me; always at the side of the cruel degenerates to laugh at the very funny happenings.
Once I in anger caught one outside of the school, she was the shyest one. I grabbed her fists and there came the moment were I realized and also saw on her eyes how if I wanted to do anything in that very moment I would have been able. How she was completely defenseless.
Looking back now I should have broken her teeth in.
Once I in anger caught one outside of the school, she was the shyest one. I grabbed her fists and there came the moment were I realized and also saw on her eyes how if I wanted to do anything in that very moment I would have been able. How she was completely defenseless.
Looking back now I should have broken her teeth in.
