by James Hall

Created on: November 09, 2010

Breathe, breathe.

God, the accomplished lay scorn to the ones struggling below, all suits and family transit vans, the kids pristine proper. Daddy and Mummy hold all the cards to their dreams so they can rest easy. Storms will tear at the hearts of those who care so much about too much, all at once, it’s all at once. Like being blessed in love leaves you swamped in capabilities to hurt so maybe it’s high time to fly off into your head, place yourself alongside the 2.5 family plan and shiver at the fear of a life known before it’s there.

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