i want towalk throughyour voicei dare notaski can notdial your numberbut i long to wade through wordshear you laugh one more timei am missingyour arms..
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 ..