I'd prefer to write on the book of faces because I would know at least one human being that pretends to care or is following the drama would read it, but I'll write to you. void.
zero readership.
but there is (sorry coach Blankenship - "there is" is on of his cardinal errors as my junior year HS English teacher) the future.
who knows, rich might actually keep this generator alive and it could go off into cyber archeology - could become something read like Sappho to U.S.?
but what I really came here to write/right is that
I desire to be known and loved
like someone drinking water
it embarrasses me.
I lost my grandmother's ring - the most precious object I owned in the entire world.
I went crazy when my second husband beat me and called me crazy and left me without a first glance.
before that, I was processing my dad killing my sister and making my brother watch and beating him.
it's only been 351 daze since I learned my father didn't just kill me
and I had thought I carried it for everyone the value-less-ness...
and I was so wrong pilgrim
hate me love me
don't ignore me.
third/last born daughter
speaks...
I came here to say what I would have said to mark z/' book had I the former cajones I used to have...
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it was twenty-x
"I cannot guess what we'll when we turn the dirt with our arms... and if the silence takes me, I hope it takes me too."
"if a double decker bus crashes into the both of US to die by your sides? the pleasure and the privilege is mine...d"
"do you find this happens all the time...
Love. Love will tear us apart... again..."
I've lost the ring that was pulled off of my dead grandmother's hand and given to me by my stepfather when I was married to mark (one of the best men I've ever met. in my universes.)
I lost it.
I've lost you...
but this song actually (by new order) has an uplift if you listen correctly...
I came here to say.
Remember that moment in your life or those moments in your lives - those practically singular instances where you feel feal
and I said to him...
I was 26.
"I love you. I love knowing you. if every moment of my life my terrible tragic life where I wanted to return the gift of life back to my mother had all those things hadn't happened exactly as they have all my confusion and depression all of it was worth it to be in this moment with you. all of it was worth it times infinity...."
I felt that once. or maybe kind of twice but once was with the man who became my husband, and he's the one I said it to...
missing that purity...
"if being afraid is a crime, we hang side by side....at the swinging party down the line..."
"forget your past, this is your last chance now...no one ever knows what you're talking about so I guess you're already there....
You're afraid of what you need. you're afraid of what you need. if you weren't, I don't know what we'd talk about..."
