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I wish I'd seen you as a little girl
Without your armor to fend off the world
I would have kept you underneath my wing
I would protect you from everything
Make way for the lemon parade
Make way for my girl
Make way for the lemon parade
Make way for my girl
Did the boys all tease you
When they had the chance
Always left standing
When it came time to dance
Did you hide behind your books girl
Did you find your secret friends
Always I'll want you
Always 'till the end
Make way for the lemon parade
Make way for my girl
Make way for the lemon parade
Make way for my girl
Make way for the lemon parade
Make way for my girl
Make way for the lemon parade
Make way for my girl
Make way for my girl
Tonic - Lemon Parade
I finished writing my story...almost 18 pages typed, single spaced. It needs refinement in grammar and typos, because i wrote then transposed it. But it's done. There's details to be added but the raw emotions and framework of my self-destruction is there. And it doesn't cover SH at all. Just the journey here and the bare details of this strange place. I don't know if I could document this exotic yet mundane experience if I could. 61 days of mayhem...
But I need to be out of here. This place is driving me loopy. The rules, regulations. The inability to talk to who I want when I want. The order and precision. The clock work nature of this beast. I wonder what I would do once I was out of here. Structure my days like this, I suppose. The neatly ordered chaos of the disordered people who flock here, looking for salvation from themselves.
I'm looking towards New York. Further internment in a facility is not what I need. Boston is not the answer. My TCC has essentially abandoned me to the wolves and is letting me do this search on my own, though, and that's fine. I can do this. I want to and shall.
Without your armor to fend off the world
I would have kept you underneath my wing
I would protect you from everything
Make way for the lemon parade
Make way for my girl
Make way for the lemon parade
Make way for my girl
Did the boys all tease you
When they had the chance
Always left standing
When it came time to dance
Did you hide behind your books girl
Did you find your secret friends
Always I'll want you
Always 'till the end
Make way for the lemon parade
Make way for my girl
Make way for the lemon parade
Make way for my girl
Make way for the lemon parade
Make way for my girl
Make way for the lemon parade
Make way for my girl
Make way for my girl
Tonic - Lemon Parade
I finished writing my story...almost 18 pages typed, single spaced. It needs refinement in grammar and typos, because i wrote then transposed it. But it's done. There's details to be added but the raw emotions and framework of my self-destruction is there. And it doesn't cover SH at all. Just the journey here and the bare details of this strange place. I don't know if I could document this exotic yet mundane experience if I could. 61 days of mayhem...
But I need to be out of here. This place is driving me loopy. The rules, regulations. The inability to talk to who I want when I want. The order and precision. The clock work nature of this beast. I wonder what I would do once I was out of here. Structure my days like this, I suppose. The neatly ordered chaos of the disordered people who flock here, looking for salvation from themselves.
I'm looking towards New York. Further internment in a facility is not what I need. Boston is not the answer. My TCC has essentially abandoned me to the wolves and is letting me do this search on my own, though, and that's fine. I can do this. I want to and shall.