Son of a gun.
I'm feeling a little dark.
I want to stay in the light.
I wish I could I feel you in my heart, I'm so distant and I call on you and I can't feel you. I'm starting to call on the saints I hope they will intervene for guidance and influence hope and everything else.     Sometimes I wonder about the one lady who talks to her self. I heard people who talk to themselves have mental illness , that's when i stopped thinking out loud.  why do young people think a handicap is funny, I mean my fourth grade teacher taught me to respect others why is that lost now! I wonder if my teachers were aware of their influence and they tried to make us better humans in the future but because there was so many other kids who teachers failed them the young humans that  got old and missed the lesson are **** people now and causing all this chaos.
I don't get it.
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