I Dont Know

I don't know....

I damned well don't know

I don't know....

I damned well don't know

I don't know....

I damned well don't know

I don't know....

I damned well don't know

We're fighting.... Not seeing eye to eye Keeping distant.... Will our love die?.... It's still new.... This thing with me and you Will we be ok?

I'm hiding How I truly feel I'm doubting If our love is real We rushed in.... I feared at first I shouldn't have clung to you....

I don't know.... I damned well don't know I don't know.... I damned well don't know I don't know.... I damned well don't know I don't know.... I damned well don't know

I'm hurting And I'm hurting you I wonder If we'll make it through It's way too Soon for us To be so torn....

What happened?!!!! What we had was good I'd fix this If I only could But I refuse to Hold on to Something that's killing me

I don't know....

I damned well don't know

I don't know....

I damned well don't know

I don't know....

I damned well don't know

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I damned well don't know

Substance impairs you and I Don't know who you are....

Did I ever know the real you....who is he?....

the you that I love, or the you who I'm hiding from?

I don't know.... I damned well don't know I don't know.... I damned well don't know Well, fuck me!.... I damned well don't know I don't know.... I damned well don't know.........

Pleasure the Priestess-A Winding Road

https://m.soundcloud.com/ptp/a-winding-road-original-mix

Shame On Me

Keeping calm and carrying on As though I didn't sin Burning from the inside out....my mind has become my own personal hell. I sinned against the one I love....who loves me....and I want to die. I *am* dying....I have poisoned our love and await death. I have not been on this side of judgement; I have shown mercy to those who have sinned as I....I have also raged against their transgressions.... Now I sit in wait of mercy or punishment. The heart of my love is heaven and I deserve to be cast out.

Multiple Personality Order

We all help each other to get through the day....face various situations.... deal with different people and the variety of moods that *they* have....I don't know what I'd do without my other mees. I'm not sure how that's supposed to be spelled. Mies?....Meas?!....whatever the plural of the word "me" is. I'm glad when Ronn is in charge; he gets shit done. We'll all be ok if he's at the helm*^_^ We're less likely to get into trouble. Veronica's going to get us killed one day....she's beautiful and creative, but fuck damnit, why does she always have to party so hard?!!!! She has no off switch and it's exhausting being her. The weekend blurs itself into one loooooooong endless day....Veronica drinks a lot and scares Marsha... Marsha looks up to Veronica....Veronica wishes she could hide her wild revelry from the rest of us. Marsha is a childlike conscience. She just wants everything to be ok....but nothing gets done and we're all afraid of hurting her and we won't leave her behind because she needs us and trusts us. Marsha could sit and draw or read all day....she communicates well with animals and other children. How could anyone hurt her? She doesn't have it in her to be malicious or cruel, and as a result, the rest of us get fucked over in life. Rose is the mamma....or more like a grandmother(?)....she's quiet and has lived her life, I guess. She doesn't join in much of anything that anyone else is doing. She's all about health and safety....I wish I had a mother like her, who was tender and understanding. Not vicious and evil like the woman who raised me. While Rose endeavours to understand the inner workings and past traumas of other people, Veronica has had enough of being manipulated and has her guard up so high, that she blocks us all in this emotional fortress and all that matters to us is what goes on within it, because we can't see anything else....and no one else can see what's going on inside, unless there is a breech, or if Veronica opens a window or a door. Marsha doesn't understand why Veronica is in charge of who comes in or goes out of said fortress, but it's not for her to understand. It's just her job to alert one of us of an intruder or of possible danger.

Michael 1

Throw a woman on the ground How many times did you strangle her before? How many insults to her beauty did she endure? Breed her and cheat on her ass....lie and take for granted her capacity to love.... Create havoc every day that you are lucky enough to live.

Wisdom

Michael

Abandon the child that came from your unity ....speak ill of her and her mother as though your misfortune was their fault.... Less than a man....yet possessing the ability to create life. Less of a man than the woman you bred.... Less of a man than the daughter you once fed. Less of a human being than the dog who watched over your sleeping child.... ....while you were selfish....ruthless....wicked and wild. The personification of every negative stereotype..... You....who hails jesus as your king. Feigned righteousness and a grandiose sense of self.... Resplendent....captivating....such a foolishly wielded mastery of womankind.... ....yet only the ones who for whatever reason are blind. Eyes open....I see you for what you are....a deluded fool....feasting upon the spirits of the misguided Behaving as though ignorant.....yet knowing that your circumstances are the result of your own labour. Bemoaning the consequences met you.... Casting blame every which way but your own. So loud is the moaning of your own self-pity that you cannot even hear the moaning of those who suffer because of you. Perceiving only your own losses and angst.... So wrapped up in yourself that the lives of everyone affected by your worn hands are undetected.... Playing so well the role of the victim....yet accusing others of and despising others for doing the same....when they are *well* within their rights. How dare you cry foul when I or anyone else complains of how frequently and casually you defecate on our lives?! Hear us....and cringe with regret. This is remorse. From the truth....you cannot hide. In the truth....we *all* abide. This reality....created by choices of individuals in power....you....you who once seemed wise....this reality is yours. You stand surrounded by the rubble of lives destroyed and have the gaul to be annoyed. Your violence against your fellow beings crippled them....and has ended up destroying you. Your carelessness and selfishness became your own noose. You have shot yourself with a weapon of your own creation....your manhood....which you once prized and wielded with such pride, is now your detriment. How awesome must be your regret at the realization of this. While the child you reject flourishes despite your neglect....and the woman who bore her rises above you....living, loving and free. And she revels not in your despair....yet wishes no more ill. The suffering has been enough. Learn! Learn, accept and grow! ....for the sake of the innocent.