Lost In A Blackout Daze.
My Rosary on. I think I’m still okay.
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I would like to welcome you in.
Your like “I don’t know.”
Why because you heard I could be violent?
Sit Bitch!
Would you like to be dinner for my Lion?
“I never heard you were violent. I just heard you were a little off the rails is all I meant.”
Come on Kira. Pull it together.
Maybe I was the crazy train...
My mind definitely bent.
I hear screaming “Help Me Please!”
I run to see what’s going on she is tied up.
Hands and feet.
Shit I must have blacked out again.
Her vanity lead me to insanity.
Reminds me of me in all actuality.
If I let this ho go she is going straight to the cops.
What do I do?
Kira you need Jesus.
I ask him why I’m so angry.
He says because “you never completely let go of your anxiety.”
“You think you have forgiven and you haven’t.”
“Tough pill to swallow?”
“Here take it with some ginger ale.”
Jesus says, “Let her go.” “She won’t tell.”
How the fuck do you know?
“She knows you need help that’s why she is here.”
Poof.
Gone.
Jesus disappears.
I don’t listen to a word he said.
She ends up in the lion’s den instead.
When I wake up she is right next to me.
She says, “I told you we would be besties that you would see.”
I run down to the lion’s cage…nothing is there.
Thank you Jesus.
Woke me up from a brutal nightmare.
Despair.