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Skeletons II

Can a soul suffer from exhaustion? or is it just the fire and the bright light of said soul descending into blackness? you know what made my night last night? having my landlord sit there and tell me that i am a good father and that this will pass, that meant a lot... what doesn't kill me only makes me stronger....I wish i could still believe that. all these people telling me what a good person I am yet it only takes one other person believing otherwise due to someone Else's lies to destroy me... because the truth is never as strong as a lie.. the only difference is the lie will one day be exposed.... maybe if i rattle a few chains in front of a judge that day will be sooner than later, after all it's not like i have a fucking exact date for your brother, his uncle doing a line a cocaine right in front of my as my little boy slept a few feet away, and the fact you are a fucking regular at mikado's can't help either....go ahead, require a piss test from me as well... you'll only find THC and hops.. i don't like hard drugs and i despise the fact that you have been constantly over the years been around people that do them, but it's obvious to me at this late stage with your wonderful sabotage of my entire life... it's not a job you've taken away it's my career, i can't wait for you to come to court crying poverty with no lawyer and saying i need to fucking pay child support, when you are the direct cause of the fact I no longer have a job.... i can't wait to see what a judge has to say about that, this is obviously your end game because after stripping me down to the bone there's not much left for you to do... either i cower and flee and lose everything....(not happening, not this lifetime.), Or i fight you with every dying breath.... I'll be taking door number two bob barker. 1000 posts of this blog and how many have been a release over the last six years about you and how sad you've made me feel in this life? I'm not the one with something missing inside that tries to replace it with many men in her bed and the cocaine in her head, one day you will be exposed for who you are.. and one day he will understand the games you played.... but much like me he will not understand it either.... the only thing i can understand is that you are selfish and materialistic and the only thing you look upon men is for what they can give you and treat anyone you love as a possession until they are no longer useful to you, then they are cast aside for the newer shinier version, c'mon when i was 28 you dated guys that were mid 20's and you were 30, what does that say about you? other than the fact you need to keep your goddamn legs closed? I don't care anymore, when you've taken everything there's only one thing that matters.. and he is the only thing you can only try to take away from me... and i will go down to my grave before you succeed. I'm not the only one with secrets, the only difference is all of mine have been exposed and peppered with your lies and half truths, let's see what happens when we open up your Pandora's box....

Current Mood: Sad.
Current Music: Foreclosure of a Dream, Megadeth.
There is something about a closet that makes a skeleton terribly restless.

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