![]() ![]() Kirk worked for her doing odd jobs around her properties. Kirk admitted that he was a player was two of his many titles. She was fed up with losing the game by playing by the rules her only rewards for the last 10 months was a hot clit that she could not satisfy no matter how hard she tried with her little double AA mega pack of batteries. Dating has so many games and rules to follow it lead down so many different paths. She liked him and feelings were steering her to put their relationship on the line. She was going crazy waiting for him to get to the house and take her out on an official date. I'm angry that I put my hope in this world because I thought it would keep me alive. I will seek food, rest and life's basics in the simplest way, and I will feel the breeze on my face as long as I have to feel it. Sour hours of confusion seeking answers that don't exist. I don't have long before this race is over and a new one begins. I will rest and relaxation making this my place. Will I get to see the ones who dug my trap? I doubt it. The whole I didn't dig for anyone, but someone dug it for me. I thought I would get more and more, not peaking out sliding down a rabbit whole. I miss the air in my lungs pressed by rapid movement. Somethings were easy then like moving my body in dancing, running and leaping. I gave away the best of me earlier in my life when my legs were strong and I had a grip in my hands. I don't have a soul or power for them to render. They will not be here for my last breath. Sickness sleeps in my bed hiding behind other things to kill me. Help! I've fallen and I can't get to my feet. I must be died already without joy and praise. There is not a lesson to be learned from my situation. ![]() ![]() I will eat and die being used is what I prayed for to come in my life, but I'm the despised with out a friend in this world. I could barely breath with all of the restraint on me. Doing myself harm and never getting the promise of God. I'm a prisoners mocked with education I can't use. ![]()
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