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A father puts his son on the ledge, fifteen feet from he ground. Kid’s about six. The father asks the kid to jump. The kid shakes his head, afraid to make the move. The father tells him not to worry, Daddy’s here and Daddy will catch you. The kid swallows hard, clenches his hands and makes the jump. The father moves out of the way and lets the kid fall to the ground, cuts, bruises, scrapes, what have you. The father bends over and points a finger in the face of his crying boy. And tells him, ‘Remember one thing. In this life, never trust anyone.


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Saturday, June 28, 2003

hmmm, just back from east coast to celebrate my fren's khimkie bday, i remember thats one time when i went out east coast rather late, den i went home thinking that my gf then was already asleep, little did i know that she waited for me to come home and give her a call. that was so sweet of her, and so selfish of me. if only she knows i will do anything to have her back and treat her better.

late in the nite, i'm not on cloud nine.
with a hollow feeling within, i feel like a walking coffin.
dredging my feet across the floor, still cant get to slp knowing its early four
piercing pain thru my heart when she left, stinging pain thru ears like i was deaf.
longing to have her in my arms again, knowing that theres no gain w/o pain
hope she hears my little prayer, to convince her that i'm still hers for the take.

peace out \/
bertie =o)

agonising to be alive sometimes - kindemann

gilbert at 10:08 AM [comment]

{I hear voices, voices only half as humane as mine..}