They may have this moment, immature gestures of what lies beneath there misgivings, of pushing me against the walls of my self-esteem.
They may have this moment, glancing words, reverberating, like fingertips on crystal shards, within the static frailty of my self-worth.
But my moment was when, I realized I wasn't broken damaged, It was all about there need for control on a world that has none. And I'm no longer there's anymore.
My words of thanks, yes your quite charming! With your systematic verses, but you need to vary oneself. As you sound like a repeat of last nights show... And repeats get boring. So what manner of vocabulary, abusive motions do you want to play out?? if none please just move along...