everything i ever try for tim has to steal. it seems that i have all the ideas, and he makes them real for himself. He takes the job i was going to transfer to, and had been counting on all year, and as i walk down the hall, he pats me on the head and says he hopes i'm not mad. i'm not. only disappointed, and my throat ached, but thats life. God has better things maybe hopefully :-).
I like this. no more essence monsters nobody will read it, and i dont have to put on a new face. actually this has nothing to do with a place to shove a bunch of ugliness
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