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Was the woman who sent me into this...to meet some man who came with the scenario is the teacher who zapped into my love of language which never made sense in plain writing, to a man another one, there were many who stilled me for awhile. on the edge, the perephiry were all of the many who ruled my destiny class them..the boss, the banker, the power mongerers they are all the same. whirling about in a cacaphony of insensibile destiny...but here you came...I want you to go back. So, you can't. I can't. Let me live in the freedom of loving you...my child. Hey, not to be forgotten the power of forgetting. The ache and pain of self. Stopped. Find your self, child I friggen well will be there...