Sometimes we forget the hand he had in making us what we are today. sometimes we forget why we hated him, dreaded him, feared him. why we had nightmares about him. and then he reminds us, and it just makes us want to run away. even if he never abused us, he sure as fuck traumatized us. we had a dream about a group home for underage people once, and it was in lincoln tunnel, hidden, and it was safe, and we went there and we were safe. Sometimes i wish we could go into that dream and never leave.