I have nothing and she holds everything. i feel like shit. if I could reach up and touch god and just sit for a spell i would. but i cant. my father has damned me from inception and there really isnt much i can do.... I might as well stop trying and just accept the fact that i am cursed. this was my last try, this was my final attempt and look were it has gotten me - lost. There is no center here, hell there is no left and no right either... the room was clean .. one time... with hopes of getting a nice tennant, but now... its burned down... toast.. ashes only remain. its times like these that i write the best and times like these that I hate the most. how much money would it take for you to do... me... in? just send me an email and give a shout, let me know what its all about. as I sit here.. and.. rot.

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