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People never told me when I was three, what it would be like when I was down on my knees...... we have to make everything a little mysterious if not . the old folk would fuking colaps.. and the young ones would too when they grew.


We all are here on this earth of a boat .. thank someone we float .. are we ourselves the spaceships i've heard of .. we carry around something , something I
m not even sure of.. or I
m sure its something but Ive been clobbered alot .. my mind feels a mush and i sometimes wish i were shot.. just to take the other guys place i sometimes feel I don'
t do enough to get better grace.
They weren’t crying either. They couldn’t care. Saja’s life meant nothing to them. They saw her as a blight on their otherwise perfect life. She was the bad seed, the black sheep, the lost, the unwanted, the one who refused to conform. ‘Why not conform?’ they would ask her with their guilt-tripping eyes. ‘Can’t you see how happy we are?’ Saja denounced them ...

Posted by: Carlos Hernandez

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