Email threat response

I see your words, but I do not hear them.. a warning intentions sent, a scribbling received from an unbalanced soul.. vomits of your abuse and neglect cry out, but stain me not..

The little boy within you tantrums out, while the innocent you blasphemy seek to comfort.. but for not.

Boasting and flames of your past incinerations spew out.. like bats during twilight fly your inner toils.. but dawn arrives.. every new morning.. to flush fearful back in their caves of despair..

Dawn brings warmth and light, thawing dark to awaken or remain blinded.. of their own stoop…

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