I've been kicking myself, on a regular basis, ever since I stopped journaling.
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There was a time when my rants where therapeutic. But as any muscle atrophy, my ability to write has become sparse. I once again desire to change this. For only when I flow, with my words I am liberated. For then with the literary comprehension I am a van able to find peace ( Read more... )

THE LESSON ON YESTEREVENING ( Read more... )

It is here that I lay with you as we rest another day, learning how to pay for all the mistakes that we made in the past. But anyway, this time is now, anyhow, things do not last we must move forward, blast, and plow ( Read more... )

The ride ( Read more... )

Complete control ( Read more... )

My eyes ( Read more... )

Where should I go, what should I do ( Read more... )

When I was a raised wild, riled, child I never had a clue of your fun ( Read more... )

I am not a secretive person, I see it as being a reality diversion. If someone loves me they should take the good with the bad. My passed decisions and thoughts should not make them mad. For it is all parts that make my personality. And if they love me they should love the pieces of me ( Read more... )