Vent
I'm sorry I'm not fun to talk to. It's not safe to be a map until antis are put in jail for their hate crimes. So I don't see the point in trying to connect with other maps anymore. I used to think it could be a community of support but no, too many faggots are coward ass bitches who can't even maintain a text relationship with another map, probably because they're fakers and were never maps to begin with, only sick little antis looking to cause trouble.
Sonce girls/women vet rapes every single day, EVERY. DAY. soemtimes for some, I realize that if I care about who a firl has had sex with I'll always have anxiety. Idc HOW many stinky ugly bastard rapes a girl has been through, she can still be my wife. I'll never recoil from her vagina holding my nose going "ug oh, stinky" right after she tells me how unclean her assaults make her feel. I get it now, all women all the time every day sexual assaults, so I better get used to "damaged goods", all female hotties are damaged goods statistically speaking, they've all been assaulted. And yea, our disgusting pig male society wants to say "Oh she put herself in that situation it's on her she's just a slut with regret" but that's WRONG. I WILL find my princess sex assault victim and I WILL marry her and cobble back together her self worth!!!
https://youtu.be/-TjvbC9e3HU
My experience mirrored in song.
Sui Mention
Slam poetry:
I was
Going to
The storehouse
Of my innermost soul
And sole
Possession
THE LOVE OF MY
WHO
THE LOVE OF MY
WHERE
FEDI FRENS
WHO
AND
WHERE
FEDI FRENS
on
the
fedi
verse
SILENCE
WHERE THERE WAS ONCE JOY
WHERE THERE WAS ONCE PASSION
NOW THERE LIES DEATH!
I find
In a cradle of ashes
former
fedi
frens
accounts that are
dead...
...
...
Silence
Do you hear?
What antis left behind?
Silence.
Where there was once music
Where there was once dreaming
Where there was hope
And a chosen family
Lies now
DEAFENING
SILENCE
Thankyou and good day, this poem is in honor of every victim of social violence and oppression who has committed either social or literal suicide.
Sui Mention
Slam poetry:
I was
Going to
The storehouse
Of my innermost soul
And sole
Possession
THE LOVE OF MY
WHO
THE LOVE OF MY
WHERE
FEDI FRENS
WHO
AND
WHERE
FEDI FRENS
on
the
fedi
verse
SILENCE
WHERE THERE WAS ONCE JOY
WHERE THERE WAS ONCE PASSION
NOW THERE LIES DEATH!
I find
In a cradle of ashes
former
fedi
frens
accounts that are
dead...
...
...
Silence
Do you hear?
What antis left behind?
Silence.
Where there was once music
Where there was once dreaming
Where there was hope
And a chosen family
Lies now
DEAFENING
SILENCE
Thankyou and good day, this poem is in honor of every victim of social violence and oppression who has committed either social or literal suicide.
Down
Into the deep
The trench