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Spending precious moments with my daughter

I always have people who'll help me.

Can your hear it? The scream that goes on forever. So loud yet, silent for those who refuse to hear. A sound so mournful, so painful. A wail so full of hopelessness and misery, She's never heard. Each time she opens her mouth, her voice is full of fear. Begging for forgiveness of deeds long since forgotten. There is none. Maybe, just maybe a scream will be heard. What comes back is silence. A silence so dark and bleak, even the demons weep.

I can I will end of story

She is the joyful death row prison guard. The one who whistles happily, knowing your days are soon ending.

Like a surgeon de-gloving a face. Who is strong enough to pull back the flesh. To expose more than just the tangible, the muscle and tissue.

I see myself as an old abandoned home.

After my father died, I looked at the places I've lived differently.

She is the joyful death row prison guard. The one who whistles happily, knowing your days are soon ending.

I just wanted to share a poem with you which I've written recently, and which expresses the most important change I've recently gone through, not least thanks to you.

Happiness

You are the sun in the sky,

lightening up my life.

You are the earth I walk,

and through your meadows, I strife;

You are the tear I shed,

you are the smile in my face.

Youre the atonement I seek,

showing your infinite grace;

You are the missing piece,

you make the partial whole.

You are the voice in my mind

reading my thoughts to my soul.

I had forgotten you.

Now, by your wisdom, I see:

You are the point of my life --

if only I want you to be.