You can see her there... Some "old day"....some where... At a place she onced lived On her tricycle she rode..... She looked so damn sweet With her tiny feet... Her hair, thin and soft Blondish, two pony-tails Looking as if she was Going nowhere... It is no surprise to me now That this "picture" somehow Is so like me... But like years ago "WOW"... So I've looked at some pictures... Some "pictures" of me... And each time I see Something "common".... Someone who is "asking" So curiously... Why am I me? Did I "ask" to be me? To be part of this life?... Drunken father...wimpy wife? The darkness, the terror? That has followed me decades! So abnormal...I've kept This abnormal life! Just like when, at three... There, in that picture, was me... Tiny feet Soft blond hair On a tricycle... Going nowhere.Birth sign: Pisces
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