Today I pass another mile stone; another breath taken, another year gone. I have passed so fast the gentle times of dreams, romance and festive chimes. The mind is fixed at my childhood days; a chubby, teeny fool, who did not even know how to flirt or play. My heart still beats like a pulsing star. My soul still rocks to an electric guitar. My body shakes, deforming scars, flaccid skin; cruel reality of death stirring in. No one knows or can see, the pain of memories, which have burnt and now, will bury me. I have...
How can you say you know me when all you see if what I choose to show The person you see isn't real, Iím merely a figment of your imagination if you will Who I really am is behind locked doors, under covers, hidden beneath pillows. I say I trust you but someone controlled by rules can become a great liar. I wish to trust you with who I am, to show you what's underneath my skin But I tell you something, and then you go and tell him.
So can you really be angry with me when I close my door and cover my windows? I only locked you out because you carried a...
This, a near imp † possible mantra to apply when this 2009 † † Macbook Pro went awry triggering this enduser † † to experience tidal waves of high anxiety, which besieged this fie foo fighting dirt po' pa well nigh,
who might need buy another laptop, yet my anorexic checking account † † on life support, no lie could not afford, (to sigh phone even one red cent, † † all because ordinary healthy † † electrons deployed aye
(Aborted attempt to mend fences, - which version overly pedantic for her minimal leisure/down time as full time student at University.) no...no...no...this tree mend dose electronic † endeavor of mine, ya see NOT predicated on
† † violating sworn † † confidentiality, which re: maned wolf heartedly intact NEVER † † your privacy broached † † only with therapist (every Monday † † at 2:00 p.m. I see, who pre sides in Collegeville), nee NOR didst "mother" Abby