>6.8.03 Rock SteadyAll I recall are the protruding memories of what I desired. The acts of love that a woman needs. I don't even know why I am driving to his house. How one over looks so much to appease the need for something to feel right-to be right. A mold made into something it is not. As not to pain, accepting a little everyday. Building a
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