Sunday, November 7, 2010
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Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Alone
Alone
I feel this way every-time I start to learn about the happenings of the time I was born into pain and dispare.....loss of my bother, the violence and lack of bonding during my first six moths of life. Who knows I must be tripping again. Where is my brother? Spain, Mexico the East Coast or in the ground? My mother never knew, my father never told and here I sit getting old....
I feel this way every-time I start to learn about the happenings of the time I was born into pain and dispare.....loss of my bother, the violence and lack of bonding during my first six moths of life. Who knows I must be tripping again. Where is my brother? Spain, Mexico the East Coast or in the ground? My mother never knew, my father never told and here I sit getting old....
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