How can you not see?
How can you not know?
Not hear

The manipulation beneath the concern
It may be real to her
The concern

“I just want what’s best”
For you
(For her)

“Best” is a narrow place to be
Pressure from all sides, pinning you in place

You’re just a puzzle piece
If you won’t make yourself fit in your place
She’s happy to help you cut off
                                                         the parts that don’t fit

Her image
Her vision for her world

It’s hard to resist
When she believes her own press
That she is the savior
The martyr

The truth is

She is a spider
And to be free of the web
Sometimes requires

Cutting all ties

M Vogel  Feb 16
(from his precarious, now defunct pre-timout file vault..)




Dear greatly valued HP supporter, M Vogel~


"Everyone on the planet's profile is not visible because
they have all blocked you."
(and Suzy's still in timeout, so now you're really ******.)
~Elliot

.     .     .     .


oh.
https://youtu.be/mKLizztikRk
youtu.be/KVdqwD_bcPs

. . .
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M Vogel  ya- strange, odd, unusual,
segregated from the normies
      
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Feb 16

D Vanlandingham:    I think you greatly underestimate the world's capacity to ascertain all the reasonings as to why a dangerous ******* like you should be quarantined from society. It just seems fitting that in both of your links posted on your crybaby-poetry piece here, that your life's story would be tied in to that of Peewee Herman's. And while we're on the subject-- that gorgeous little Dottie was such a **** little **** that should now be with me, not you.

You never deserved that sweet girl's love, you pathetic *******.

(I know, I know.. false accounts are supposed to be created solely to stroke and build up their deceptive creator, but you don't even deserve that, you uncontrollably bipolar ****.)

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Feb 16

M Vogel:    *******.
If I could just get you to ****.. even for 5 minutes...
youtu.be/Hzrduy5h3G0

mother faded....thirty years ago,
she's a living ghost, haunts me
still

Sometimes I can feel it
     when we're thinking the same thing
sometimes I can feel it
     when you're thinking about me
sometimes I can feel it
     when you're looking at me
sometimes I can feel it
     when you're watching me
sometimes I can feel it
     when you're there
sometimes I can feel it
     when you're not there

sometimes I don't feel anything at all