I wanna know what it's like for you to look in the mirror; I wanna know does your reflection still look like you? Or can you not recognize the face that stares back at you? Touch that reflection in the mirror; Does it feel like you? Or does it feel foreign, indifferent? Does it feel surreal, unnatural? Are you even human? In the shadows of your eyes, can you see your innermost demons, Or do you simply shut your eyes and run away? Tell me who you are, what you want, what you need; your primal urges and fears; Or are you so far gone, so far lost, that your soul can never find you again?
I'm too numb right now to tell you anything. If that changes, I will let you know. Nikki, it is good to see you posting. I know that you have a LOT more to say than you actually post, and you SHOULD post more - more often, more poetry, more thoughts, more stories - even if they are dark, gothic stories of pain (I happen to like those types of stories). You are much deeper than many people give you credit for. -- Jeff
A new client talks attorney Stan Turner into acting as his executor and trustee of his estate if he should die. Stan reluctantly accepts, but when the client is murdered before the ink is dry on the paperwork, Stan realizes he has been set up and mus
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