so just go away ,
It seems that I'm not done with
My play
Time ...
So go angels go
Just go away and when I feel done I will
Come in from play
Time
So go on now fussy angels
Go on and git
That's right just go away because today is not the day that í want to play with you
So go on and git and maybe just check up on me to see if I might slip and fall
Your so hungry for my pain to end ...
But what if I like the real feel of the pain
And what if it seems worth the fall just so that I can feel the pain ...
No oh no sweet angels it doesn't reàlly hurt , the pain ....
So for the last time I'll say go on now and git away from me because your here too early I mean it's not even dark outside so git little winged angels and fly back up into the sky because I've got my wings too ya know .....
I just don't show them in public !
d.w.Hopkins 7 /2026
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D.W.Hopkins (Pseudonym) (
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To be told what to do whether good or not is something that the individual does not want to here. We govern our own life. Well done
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