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I smell your breath. That familiar stench of too much to drink and even more to smoke. It alarms me. Your simple pitter patter heart with not a care in the world. You are free to roam the earth as a mountain lion, swim the seas as a fish, soar through the air as a hawk. You are in touch with your inner being. You know your joy and you reject displeasure. I envy your strength. I desire your warmth, your safety, your silence. I want the freedom without the habit. Too much to ask? Pity. This house screams "BURN ME DOWN!" My childhood is fading out of every inch of this place. The joy is chipping with the paint, the peace is rotting with the wood. The love died a long time ago, along with the fruit trees and flower gardens. Bring me a breath of fresh air in a bottle shaped like lust. I'll breath you in and fuck you up then exhale for something new. Tears don't fall so freely anymore. They have been replaced by resentment and fear.
Turning point?
Turning point?