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The subpoena is wrong.

Bars

You hurt me.

You ruined me.

You took my fragile, innocent soul and ripped it apart for your own satisfaction.

My Pain.

My Pain. Your pleasure.

Because I’m a girl.

When they took you away in handcuffs and put you on the stand, you denied everything.

When they took you away in handcuffs and put you on the stand, you denied everything. Even while staring at the pictures you had sickeningly taken of doing what you did.

When they took you away in handcuffs and put you on the stand, you denied everything. Even while staring at the pictures you had sickeningly taken of doing what you did. When you were sentenced, you never asked about me. You asked about him. My brother. Your son.

When they took you away in handcuffs and put you on the stand, you denied everything. Even while staring at the pictures you had sickeningly taken of doing what you did. When you were sentenced, you never asked about me. You asked about him. My brother. Your son. You didn’t care about me.

Two years in a rigged child system with a lady who only wanted money

Two years in a rigged child system with a lady who only wanted money Two years from my mom, the only one who loved me

Two years in a rigged child system with a lady who only wanted money Two years from my mom, the only one who loved me A life time of hurt.

I tried to kill myself when I was seven.

I tried to kill myself when I was seven. I was bullied for years till I snapped.

I tried to kill myself when I was seven. I was bullied for years till I snapped. Then I tried to kill myself twice more.

I tried to kill myself when I was seven. I was bullied for years till I snapped. Then I tried to kill myself twice more. I hated you, but I hated me more.

Nothing is worse than a victims guilt.

Because I wasn’t the only little girl you hurt.

Because I wasn’t the only little girl you hurt. There were more.

Because I wasn’t the only little girl you hurt. There were more. But because I was first, I could only blame me.

Because I wasn’t the only little girl you hurt. There were more. But because I was first, I could only blame me. That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?

Even on the stands, you smiled with cruelty as you saw the pictures.

I was five then. Now I’m 16.

My life has gotten better.

My life has gotten better. I don’t hurt myself.

My life has gotten better. I don’t hurt myself. I don’t panic when someone touches me.

My life has gotten better. I don’t hurt myself. I don’t panic when someone touches me. I don’t cry every night from the anxiety of simply living.

My life has gotten better. I don’t hurt myself. I don’t panic when someone touches me. I don’t cry every night from the anxiety of simply living. I’m not perfectly fine, but I’m BETTER.

And now you’re trying to get out.

And now you’re trying to get out. You were supposed to stay there till after death.

And now you’re trying to get out. You were supposed to stay there till after death. It hasn’t even been 11 years.

And now you’re trying to get out. You were supposed to stay there till after death. It hasn’t even been 11 years. You claim you didn’t know what you were doing when you pleaded guilty.

And now you’re trying to get out. You were supposed to stay there till after death. It hasn’t even been 11 years. You claim you didn’t know what you were doing when you pleaded guilty. You filed several appeals.

And now, one has been accepted.

And now, one has been accepted. A new judge could risk everything.

And now, one has been accepted. A new judge could risk everything. A woman judge.

And now, one has been accepted. A new judge could risk everything. A woman judge. Funny, isn’t it?

If you got out, you would serve twenty years in prison and be released.

If you got out, you would serve twenty years in prison and be released. You would only be 50.

If you got out, you would serve twenty years in prison and be released. You would only be 50. But filing an appeal isn’t enough for you.

If you got out, you would serve twenty years in prison and be released. You would only be 50. But filing an appeal isn’t enough for you. My mom always told me you were cruel and calculating. You were smart. Like Moriarty, only worse.

I may be subpoena‘d.

I may be subpoena‘d. Isn’t that fucked up?

I may be subpoena‘d. Isn’t that fucked up? If I refuse to go, I could go to jail.

You’re a cruel man.

You’re a cruel man. You know what you’re doing.

You’re a cruel man. You know what you’re doing. You play these sick mind games with me.

You’re a cruel man. You know what you’re doing. You play these sick mind games with me. Only now, it’s worse.

If I get forced to testify, they’ll examine me. A doctor did that once and I cried for months.

If I get forced to testify, they’ll examine me. A doctor did that once and I cried for months. If I get forced to testify, they’ll force me to look at the pictures. Can I stand that?

My mind has blocked out every part of that time. Six years of my life is gone, and you only hurt me for one.

My mind has blocked out every part of that time. Six years of my life is gone, and you only hurt me for one. That pain still stays....

My mind has blocked out every part of that time. Six years of my life is gone, and you only hurt me for one. That pain still stays.... It’s people like you that make an electric chair desirable.

I hope you die.

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