Here I stand, face to face with you at last,
I am not that scared little child you knew before,
I have grown, I have learned, and I have changed,
You can no longer intimidate me or scare me,
I now have the strength and courage to stand up
and speak on my own,
There is nothing that you can say or do to change what
has happened or what you have done to me,
If there is anything that I regret from my past,
It is that I did not stand up to you earlier,
But all that has changed now,
Here I stand, face to face with you at last,
I finally have the courage to say, “FUCK YOU!”

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I step into the dark, there is no light, no movement, no
thought, no fear.

I move cautiously forward, with nothing to see, and nothing
to hear.

I can feel the dry staleness of the air.

It bites and cracks my eyes, lips, and hair.

I stick my arms out in front of me, as if to protect me from
the unknown.

I want to see. I feel that there is something to be shown.

A few feet in front of me I can sense the warmth of
something that I have felt before.

The warmth is so familiar. I knew it once but since no more.

Could it be that I have found what I lost so long ago?

Something unforgettable, that I now not know. 

It is the dream that I had on that fateful night.

The dream that ended in a loveless fight.

I first stare into her eyes, her eyes so full of love,

Her eyes which have seen so many great things,

I then stare at her smile, her smile so full of joy,

Her smile which can make any bad day good in a flash,

I finally stare at her face, her face so full of life,

Her face which can silence the chaos of the universe,

She brought me all the things that I ever wanted,

 She brought me love,
joy, and life every day and night,

I never asked for anything more, but apparently still took
too much,

I put her picture down, and walk away.

The fire burning in her eyes,
It strikes me with the force of a thousand white hot knives.
I can feel the hatred pouring from her heart,
It comes slow at first, but then faster and faster beyond control,
The eerie calm silence is shattered by the quick eruption of her scream,
I see everything in black and white, cold and without feeling,
But she, all she sees is red,
Red like the fire inside of her,
Burning deep within, welling, swirling, twisting tighter,
It is as though her heart is being sucked into a black hole,
Then, in a split second, there is a sudden movement and then only pain,
It starts in my chest, and slowly moves throughout the rest of my body,
I start to feel like I am being submersed into cold water,
The light in the room begins to fade, and I begin to fall
It won't be until two minutes later that she will realize that the other person
In bed with me, was our daughter who was merely frightened by the violent storm
That would ultimately tear us apart forever.

The boy closes his eyes and opens his mind. He feels it again. The same feeling he had so long ago. A building discontent for the world around him. The only way he can find to describe it is a prolonged "calm before the storm". Others would say, "He’s suicidal." but thats not it. He doesn’t want to die. He loves living. He feels as though its the world around him that is dying. Those who look at him look down at him. Always expecting some sort of impossible miracle out of him. He is constantly disappointing them. What is he to do? What is he to say? He cannot do everyones deeds. He doesn’t want to be left alone, though he feels the strong urge to be sometimes. No, he wants, he needs to get away from the current. He needs something old but which now feels so new. Somethings he hasn’t had or done in a long while. They say that they understand and they appreciate and then they turn back to their lives and carry on without a second thought. He feels alone and surrounded. surrounded by those who care more about themselves and their lives than those who need their help. He is giving up. He is giving out. What is left for him? He turns around, and walks away.

The History of The F-Word.

The real term comes from 15th century Germanic dialects.
In German it was Fokken = To thrust, compulate with. In
Norwegian it was fukka = to copulate. in Swedish dialects
it was focka = to strike, push, or copulate or fock = penis.
The myth that Fornicate Under Consent of the King came
about was from when you had to ask the king for
consent to have a child. However, to get consent you
must be married and a MARRIED couple cannot fornicate. It can be
extra marital or intermarital but not intramarital thus dispelling
this myth. The other one was that it was For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge.
This may have originated when people were thinking about the
18th century stockades. However the For on this is superfluous.
No one ever had a sign around their neck that said "for stealing
a cow". It would say, "stole a cow" or "thief" not "for being a thief".
This myth may have originated when van halen put out their cd
For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge and people began guessing where they got it.

Now, on a lighter note. How to use the word.