• Crippled at best, or mainly cure that the meds were not fixing my body is sure.
    Please take a reading on to the side of this wall in chalk and white lines converting disolve.
    Figuring bliss was a perfect fit puzzle why all predetermined wavers let me be riddled with
    Passion
    Hatred
    Justice
    and Solitude.
    No one is as fixed as me for no one can be the same
    As crashing a course of a miscarriage was all that it took
    to set flares among boundaries and even the Gods would not budge to a crown this gold.
    most would cry Never!
    or how ever the story goes
    Give this to dirt across the land that
    I'm not part of you, you aren't my hands
    Sense slowly I'm drifting, slowly I'm me
    Never, Oh never
    Will I ever be clean.