I haven't cried for the loss of my development but I have fucked a man.
Everything got lost,
my energy,
my leadership,
my sorrow,
every little fucking thing got lost.
How dare I treat the bones in my body with such abuse?
(I lie with this story.....)
It was the text and feelings of need that drove me to my LOW.
I hit the floor!
Morning hasn't came but he did. Inside my body lies his poison of truth. The truth of my blue days and the story of a person that still finds punishment in offering his body to sex and never Love.
