Many creators of TF works seem to forget-- or at least willfully ignore-- that more often than not, TF victims are people trying to live their lives. People with ambitions; people with loved ones; people with long, interesting lives ahead of them... if only they hadn't been TF'd.

Maybe this is just me being the hyper-empathetic autist that I am, but I felt like I had to get this out there. I hope this reaches the people it's supposed to reach; I don't have much of an audience on FA.

Inspired in particular by the works of @Trubbol, and less so by the poems by Jack Prelutsky that I was a fan of when I was younger.