when you ca not give that.
where you place that to who you think it needs.
One can say,
Yet it is my own devil who taunts me of my,
So you can see that fuel that burns.
I told myself then,
I will not hate you all my life.
Its an ember and of tinder
which never died.
Yet a flick of the wind,
a cool breeze to lull,
All those were in favor,
kept this insanity line embedded,
“They are still your parents.”