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Thursday, August 20, 2015

I Get Nowhereby Therefore Elsewhere...

Another day, another nothing. Getting kinda predictable. And very  frustrating. Very unnecessary. Totally unacceptable. Shouldn't be this way. I finally had that parachute that would have kept me from slamming into the earth. But somebody blew holes in it. Someone very twisted. Whose own parachute was strained in her own free fall.

What's the use...She will never answer to any of it. She'll keep the pretenses up to the end. And no telling what lies she used to get the sheriff here. Of coarse I'm the monster. How could I forget. I've been such a menace. What great stories are made of.

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