If you could see me now, you’d see how I’ve grown. And maybe I’d know why you left for reasons unknown. A departure you made, so sure you’d never be found. A curse on you should history come around. No chance of knowing if there was a bond, Left alone to survive this raging pond. A trend you made, not a fashion but still a fad. Angered and pained should I call you dad? No male to rely on, no figure of permanence. A motherly love her best was innocence. A man you’re called, but a father you should’ve been. I look inside and hate what I’ve seen. A likeness of you is natural, The images it creates are factual. A willingness to change from being the same, Disowned and not knowing, I will not play your game. Away from me you ran, mine I will show how.
Sixty-seven days after departing Flores Island in Europe’s westernmost waters, the schooner Heimdall and her stalwart crew has finally arrived at the mysterious Isla Socorro in the Revillagigedo Archipelagoes. The discoveries they make are astounding
Boom! Pain! Blackness!
After an RPG attack on their barracks in Afghanistan, corpsmen, Amber Fox, Luke Owens , Wade Scott and Ross Miller wake up in an Army hospital in Germany.
Thus, begins a months long recovery for all of them. A
Her grandma always said she had “the blessing”, and to always use it for good, but sometimes there is shame in fame if a person can’t handle it. Don’t let the Boo Hag ride ya
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Blessings,
Kathy
Susan