Fear and it's long term affects.
I may not be strong enough to have a son.
I may be too weak to have a daughter.
I may come up short as a women's man of the house.
Who do I talk to about this?
I know the proper stance for boxing/kickboxing.
I also used to model, so I know how to strut.
Runway style (hi Ticia).
I know my manners.
I understand morals and ethics.
I cook.
I can clean.
But if I'm a bitch a heart, no woman wants to be in a hetero-lesbian relationship.
I feel the desire to join a gang.
Have incentive for random acts of violence.
My eyes cant stay open.
I am super cozy in Mike (my landlord's) bed, and I am freezing cold.
My current fear of sleep is provided by CYoung.
Read Enterthehamilton.blogspot.com for the blow-by-blow of my blown high.
I didnt rape Sarah Holland.
I was never inside of her.
We were never romantic.
Whatever Karmatic games are being played has to stand clear of the closing doors (please).
Boom-boom.
It's getting unhealthy for me to live, yall...
I love you, Cildren of The Hamilton (#CoTH).
I just want to be Superdad.
Protect you and be the one you trustloveadmire.
I'm now nauseous.
-so mote it be
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