glass

my thoughts were long
my thoughts were bright
you took away my greatest mite
im back to black
nowhere to go
broke by the silence of a crow
nothing to feel
nothing to hear
i wish i could just dissapear
to a land of nothingness and unbroken dreams
with no angers and no supremes
and finally clense this polluted stream.

Never give anyone that power

call-me-manoa,

Once you have surrendered that kind of power to another person you lose a piece of yourself.

Pete

thank you

dear pete,
thank you for the response was deeply appreciated and i have acknowledged your piece of advice

yours sincerely
john but call me manoa

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