I was a ghost for a while. I simply wander around and ignore everyone. I'm usually depressed, which I like, and I ponder questions at the stars. I like to read and write because it makes me feel accomplished, like I'm saying something.
I find comfort in little things, like cats playing with a stuffed toy, summer rain and a long walk.
I am used quite a bit. Wah, wah, it's why I try to dodge bullets.
I can't fight them all.
Yes, they did mess with my internal organs in St. Louis and Virginia. I went to the ER several times. They also made me hear voices of various "friends." They were trying to get me to kill myself.
I hope Putin is impressed, as his attention made me "special."
For all of it, I want the house on hideaway (after taxes) and the five million dollars (after taxes). Give me a reason to be happy, not a whip.
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