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Hey well the job is going well. Training is over and were actually
working with clients now. Its nice to be outta the house for a while.
School starts soon, Im hoping all my financial aid will work out 0.o
Its not looking so good though...

I miss having my own life, n having stuff to do.
This small town just isn't my style...
N man I miss being able to have lazy naked sundays....



Poem that is a WORK IN PROGRESS
Really its not so grand... theres just some feelings
so raw...they never seem to be captured in the present moment.

My tangible self listlessly floats
To the heavens and beyond
Creating a vast and endless space
Between the matter that is myself
And all that has gone wrong
My head is staid by the steadfast
Beating of your hearts song
I am only anchored to this earth
By a single entangled crimson throng
One end is tied to your smallest finger
The other to mine I know
Your arms are around me tight
Protecting me from the darkest shadow
Yet with the fall of a single footstep
The emotion will arise
One from my childhood that
Constantly greets me with equal surprise
A fear so deep and limitless
Its black rings swallow me from within
Sucking away my sense of accomplishment
And leaving me with little oxygen
And as my last thoughts crumble
From the corners of my mind
As I fall to the fathomless depths
I am reminded one more time
That this is the sensation
When a soul stifles a soul
Capturing it forever in the realm of their control
Their negative energy flows from within
Buried and crawling beneath their very skin
But Your love expanded and imploded
That nebula penetrated the essence of who I am
And I shall scatter its stars over the entire earth
To proclaim and demand that you recognize
All that I am worth