he isstrongerthan iammaybehe alwayswill bestrongertrying to excisemy weaknessi cut awayeveryrefugeevery pair of armsthat would hold meentangle mebut o..
I ran intoan old ghostmetaphoricallyone daylast weekI told himabout the nightmareof recovered memoriesHe saidno matter my pastI still choseright or wr..
this is meangryi've had so little practicemindingmy ownemotionsthat i hardly even knowwhat they shouldlook likei could tell youall the ways that cruel..
i can maybesaywhat i thinkand how i feelwithin reasonof coursei wouldn't want to hurt a body's feelingsit is a freedomi haven't alwaysknowngrandmother..
maybei choseto be a childof lightnot becauseof someinherentgoodnessnot becausei was filledwith the lightof godi chosenight lightsand flash lightsand s..
my dad came to visitlast weekit had been a whilehis whole being struggledwith the regret he never feltwhile he livedhe wept hot tears(i've never seen ..
i must have been fifteenall my friends had been kissedand kissed againbut i was backwardquietdifferentit seems likei was always catching upone wayor a..
don't deal me a wordand call it forgiveness.Too many have played that trick.I have tortured myselfin atonementtoo many timesto draw a wordthat means n..