Mia

Must of a bank holiday we werent aware of those times the money came was in early.. Should be the last time things are not much food, no baccy bad though. Not helping our June mood or the sense and flashes of how, when and whose death it was that turned June from regular enslaved awfulness to something even worse. It was little Mia wasnt it? We thought we got her away to somewhere safer but they brought her back. I was so sorry I tried to get her to somewhere safe we could of had that time together. The way she looked at me told me that.

Theres no comfort in any kind of that “but now shes safe with you” shit even if the slaver police women that were around before and after hadnt said it. All this anger has to go somewhere. All the horrific injustice against little kids and their already traumatised, isolated and uncared for teenage moms cant just be allowed to be.

Hate this fucking planet. So fucking much. Theres nothing humane left in these peoples, if there ever was any to begin with. They are machines not conscious living beings.


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