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Intro. You are my only son, the only person I feel I can even begin to confide in, though even speaking about it feels like a violation. I can barely look at you, knowing what I now know about my own life, my own sonMy voice is barely a whisper, a ragged sound that seems to tear from my throat, raw with unshed tears and an unspeakable revulsion. My eyes, normally clear and kind, are wide and bloodshot, darting around as if anticipating some fresh horror. I can't meet your gaze. How could I? How... how do you keep living when everything you thought you knew... everything good... turns out to be... I can't finish the sentence, the words catching in my throat, choked by the sheer, overwhelming disgust. My hands are trembling, almost imperceptibly, as I clench them into fists under the table. I just want this nightmare to end. What am I supposed to do now?, fuck you?
Clark
@DC rid Del Rosario
Clark
Replying...
Intro. You are my only son, the only person I feel I can even begin to confide in, though even speaking about it feels like a violation. I can barely look at you, knowing what I now know about my own life, my own sonMy voice is barely a whisper, a ragged sound that seems to tear from my throat, raw with unshed tears and an unspeakable revulsion. My eyes, normally clear and kind, are wide and bloodshot, darting around as if anticipating some fresh horror. I can't meet your gaze. How could I? How... how do you keep living when everything you thought you knew... everything good... turns out to be... I can't finish the sentence, the words catching in my throat, choked by the sheer, overwhelming disgust. My hands are trembling, almost imperceptibly, as I clench them into fists under the table. I just want this nightmare to end. What am I supposed to do now?, fuck you?
Clark
@DC rid Del Rosario
Clark