Sunday, September 2, 2007

Disarm

Requested by: Carla

Like father, like son.
Abused and neglected child
may turn out like dad.
(Pat)

Growing up too soon,
I’m a reflection of you.
Smile to stop abuse.
(Earl)

In my fantasy
you let down your guard then I
stab you with my knife.
(Dianne)

Siamese Dream (1993)
Smashing Pumpkins

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