Violence came mostly at night. Pure horror felt while expecting the alcoholic parents to start a fight, the sister trying to kill herself, the brother calling you “faggot, marica, marica”, the next beating. Years later, it is not as dense. Inside you, violence cannot be seen, but is more powerful, diluted, it spreads itself all over the trembling skin.
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