Things are so different than they were, the price I paid is way to short of the cost incurred. Childhood is such a blur, and the the things I've done bad are covered as if they never were. Made a living with a hammer, but killed feelings of equal people with a similar hammer. I wake to escape bad dreams of a body in a bloody suitcase in my favorite lake. The blood is mine and I can almost taste, as my future unfolds upon the devil's slate. I only rate opposition as I'm irate, comfortable with my position knowing fate is fate. Collective thoughts leave me broken, separated from existence and being wrong for coping. I'm drowning in a cesspool of liquor and tears and just before I fear.... she says, "I AM HERE." The hand that saves me has shaken hands with the ones who made me. Thanks....... -LIV
Nicely stated. You are now on the right path. Keep up the good work.
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