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+ 2	The Vendetta Part 6
+ 2	The Vendetta Part 5
+ 2	The Vendetta Part 4
+ 6	The Vendetta Part 3.1 Reattempted
+ 6	The Vendetta Part 2 of Still Many
+ 6	The Vendetta Part 1 of Many

Wallowing in a circular room searching for a corner where i can curl my self up and hope that i can find the strength to withstand the madness that fills my puny brain.  I once was sane, but now know nothing of sanity.  Sanity left me the day that Insanity became my only knowledgeable sense.  I lost my mind.  I lost everything, but gained everything.  I lost the sense and gained the sense.  I lost the will and gained a new will, a will to survive.  Try as I may, I don't care about anything else, just that day when I may again see the face that caused me such pain.  I know not what it looks like, but know it stinks of asbestos.  My brain hurt when that scent hit my nostrils.  My eyes burnt when he threw that bleach filled water on my head.  My self respect died as I was tied to that chair blindfolded and gagged in hopes to not yell to wake the "baby" that he referred to.  I know not whether there was a baby, or if it was just his way of keeping me quiet.  Its all hazy and dark, but i remember everything as if it were light.  The burning in my fingers as he singed each individually, the pain in my toes as he pealed each nail off with a knife, probably a pocket version.  The burning in my eyes, the ear that my earing was ripped out of leaked blood like a faucet.  It hurts, but the pain is only secondary only my will to survive, to revive, and to kill deface destroy that very freak that killed me, or at least the me I once knew.  The me that was happy was married, and was ready for life with a new son.  I didn't think I was ready, but now i long for that uncertainty, as it is much easier than the uncertainty of life.  The questions fill my head.  Is humanity salvageable?  Can I escape this dingy prison?  Will vengeance truly be mine?  How will I make him suffer as he has made me?  Vengeance will be mine.  Vendetta is in the form of a scorned man with blurred vision.  I swear death to him that has killed all that once kept me from killing.  Death to him who woke the mechanism in me that made capable death to those deserving.  Death to him who brought out what i vowed to keep hiding.  Death to him who knows the truth behind me.  Death to him and to all that he loves.

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