It has been a long time since my last...I did a confession last nite.
Donkeys don't have layers. We wear our fear right there on our sleeves. But, now I feel guilty. I must be fool to make an open confession. Technically, I'm having bad thoughts, really bad thoughts later. I'm weak on my knees since then...admittance wreak pride, gets you roomy to f*** the guts off.
Well, it ain't change the world but doesn't make you feel great or relieved. Yet, there are more of *such* confessions awaited. So, I try a few more courage...(Gee!)
Stop pretending moron!
Break off from the hysterical fit as if you did whisper a big secret in your ear.
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