decisions have been made on some items as they flow through my one man stand to bust the stash in my seclusion ... while the many other clients or not as in my case get intervention ...
That will be sorted and stashed too. Using and perusing life that is no more. The end goal keeping me focused when I am in OK mood. A lot of tears, a lot of fears, a lot of seductive taste moments, steamy moments, a scented flame. Items flung into the trolley without hesitation, others not so. Items in use in the room or function in the flow of life in the way we maybe able to select. And that life is not greener. The fact that I am not at home sitting on my ass brooding as is often the thought. I am striving. I have not wanted to go on, at times. In discussions only at Christmas with my daughter's boyfriend on how suicide is portrayed. It is not a selfish act. There is so much more. Only those of us who have been there will know.
We have all had adversity in our lives ...
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