With my hand reached out

I told her.

With open reception is parade I want .

When is it politically correct to choose your time for death?
What illness must I  endear for it to be my  right to choose my end? What stranger will fight my right of my own free will of pain?

When can people hush and listen. Step aside....

These words of self reflections are not easy. Past mistakes lets not lye even today. Blanket pulled over head in memories of humiliation. If I don't peak out of my cocoon.

My lips cant forget the happiness you touched your tongue with.

My hands still smell of your skin.

My belly still rubbles from laughter of tales of your whims.

My thoughts are on this beautiful get away.

Listening but not receiving. Waiting. Static Error. Sending. Responce non conclusive.

You are incredible *******.

How dare you be who u are.

I despise you.

On the best part eating Strawberry  and Peanut Butter Sandwich.

**** It's So Good.

I can only say what ****** you are... PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME...