Thursday, April 8, 2010

What Are You At Me

I'll know, I'll know he won't read this. He'll "know" I'm fine, but I'll know I'm struggling. I have no true freedom of speech, mentally, or anywhere, anyhow or who. With any person, place or thing. Even without a government, without a brain, it is all controlled and maintained in some way. The hidden OCD of nature. 


I lost it.

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