In the dim past of remembered dates with girls who used me for non-sexual pleasures, I bring forth a comprehension of why that damn teacher of my kindergarten years called me names when I brought cupcakes to class to celebrate my birthday without telling her that I was going to do so. Lack of control...she could not even fucking control a 5 year old kid. I remember that loathsome, red, blotted face yelling at me as if I were still standing in front of her foul body. I remember the faces of my smirking classmates who before were friends, who now became part of THEM. I remember the day I became someone else. The day I decided to refuse to be controlled.
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