Everytime he kills me .I pretend to fall and cry.
I wonder if he believes that I atually died.
Well the truth;wich is, in all actuality,
the keys, to free my incarcerated sanity.
Wich I am late to go and see.
I spend my money on comissary.
They pomised me.that theyd study.
I pomised them that there was a potty. Even though there is no hope. The children are still being born , to grow.
We grow up to know.i t was a show. now the audience is like a ghost. Wich is just a test.t hat we wont pass or fail.never knew,never tell.
Everyti me he kills me I become more alive. Yes there is a way out. We must do it ÂLL RIGHT.e very single thing.very narrow i s the we have no choice in reality.t hey say we do. The boss cannot pick tthe wrong way. EasEasy waway or hard way is my choices.stop and listen tto your ththougththoughts each one you can control. OvOvercome the bad kikick it out ,and make it go.im not better just never let them kill me.dont ever forget this onone simple tip.Beleive in magic.its all just a breathe.be ileve ,kill all jealousy,erase impossibility.and know we wwill be completely free