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Where I'm at.

My home is where my mind is. I try to open up to see things different, air out differences. But I like the same things. My way. You will like it too or go find another. I will change at any moment, so be ready to go.

You don’t have to smile, but don't frown at my honesty. I let it go soon as its said. I like to move on-not dance around and trip over it.

I just wanna sit. Enjoy my heaven for a minute. Between your eyes. Between your lips. Between your hips. Which-ever you choose to let me in. But pleasure makes me want to escape when it becomes painful to maintain.

Going through hell can bring peace. The fire of impatience makes it hard to see. I try to give, but the depth is suffocating. That may not be hard to hear but constant struggle makes difficult to speak.