I started this at the end. I kept seeing the troll in my dreams. He kept fucking with me. Bringing me back to all the old shit I didn't want to be dragged through again.
The name calling, the harassment, the awful feelings. I began to fight him. I think the first few times I held back.
Then I killed him.
I wasn't sad really. Then, I realized, I had to keep killing him. It was my job to bash this fuckers brains in. I had to.
Now, whenever I see the troll, I tell him he must die.
Let us all kill our own trolls, ok.
It only frees us from them, and makes them not a troll anymore.
They will pop up from time to time, so, kill the troll, cross the bridge. Live on.
If you need help finding your own troll and you want to work with me, reach out at crazyassbooks@yahoo.com
Artist of Harnessing Power
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