who am i? what do you think? am i any good at this writing crap? i think i can turn a good phrase, but do i have anything to say? is it all just questions? a child in God's world asking the inane? the impossible? am i back to that, an image of myself, the eternally snotnosed kid wiping it away with a dirty sleeve? pondering the ridulous with no possibilty of an answer? i want to write what others wrote. people liked it. if i do something like that, maybe someone will like me. pick me up and pull me out of here, like they would do at the foster homes. promise me that it would be better this time. maybe it was before the next foster home. maybe. maybe this time someone would want to keep me around. probably not, when you have your choice... it just occurred to me, i got fucking pawned. i was in hock. no wonder nothing ever feels like home. i wonder how much they got for me. heh heh there was a price on my head. the past never leaves, it just grows. it eats the present. it defines our tomorrows.
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i wanna keep u...forever and always!