The memory I was in a car with someone that gave me razzles. In my dream I visited a man that was living in a house that was gutted. He was cooking his dinner on the embers of one of the floor joist. He invited me in. He told me he wanted to show me something in another room. When he passed through a distance doorway his silhouette changed, he didn't seem as friendly anymore. When I woke, I thought of empty promises. The times in life that ask me to suspend reason, to step into situations that will benefit another person, but not myself. After all that is what good girls do.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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