My dreams are fairly torturous lately. I can barely write today. From the scemes of others I work to emancipate myself and find my dreams.
I am tethered to a tree and I must fight to know me. I am not only just what you see. I am weary, but I have tenacity. Words, at times, escape me. Writing helps me feel my divinity. I work like a burn victim every day doing my exercises so I can see.
Anderson Cooper jive jive jive, ring, ring, ring. I erased what I wrote to you, it's not the right time and I don't think you are the right guy.
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