Woke up to my daughter in our bed between my wife and I, inches from my face. She whispers “Dada, Dada,” and I think, how sweet. Then her brutal razorblade fingernails latch into my cheek and nostril as she continues chanting my name and I flashback to scenes of ritual sacrifice
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Replying to @TheBrometheus
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