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Romantic Bolg 2
LAST THURSDAY NIGHT: A few steps inside the slender park, and just out of the streetlamp’s reach, I paused to take a leak. The night was overcast, so I’m not sure if the moon had already risen, but it was light enough to see a faint mist rise from the issue.
Who can stand alone with 3 a.m.? Hauntings begin, things you thought were dead, coming to life. I now called out, my battle cry at this loathsome time.
We are old adversaries, 3 a.m. and I, from my youth we've struggled together. Many are the battles, endured, survived. Everything is clear, nowhere to hide from my thoughts, from my past, from my heart. Lying awake at 3, reality is raw, my thoughts accusing, blaming, vindictive. Who can stand alone with 3 a.m.? Hauntings begin, things you thought were dead, coming to life. I now called out, my battle cry at this loathsome time."3, you sought my life, mercilessly slaying my peace, wracking my soul with dread at having to face you,
Shows the power of innocence over evil and the triumph of imagination over prosaic servitude.
Justice is suppose to be a part of the system for all of us, then why is it
that for some it does not apply to.
On December 12, 2009, I had a auto accident. And, yes, as wrong as it was, I did have a couple of beers, But, since, I lived only two miles from where I had my two beers, I guess I thought what’s it going to hurt, and I’ve driven a lot further than that, with a lot more in body than that, so it’s was all good. At least, I thought that then, but it will never happen again. Either I will spend that twenty bucks on a cab, or stay in my very own backyard. Lesson well learned.
But, that was not the only factor of my accident, between mother nature and winter time in Michigan and my now ex-boyfriend, grabbing the steering wheel, and sliding into a tree, those
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