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"we're in it together...." were the words from my confidant.


these two years....
somethings need to be resolved and not have them silently anchored.
they are like oil to the birds, land to the marines,
d kid had to choose to be the plankton or the killer whale.
He wanted the kid to face up to them and deal with it.

it's like playing a game of waterpipes.
whichever way the kid chose to go,
He made sure d next connecting pipe will never lead to a dead end.
tat's y the kid can never walk away totally - even when it hung by d skin.
the kid's heart is forever etched~


it's time the wayward kid returns home with her Father.
can the kid pull it through this time?

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