So now you know most of the story.
In Maurice's attempt to confuse HIM with a masquerade of identities we all lost ourselves.
We were all broken
But yet I remain.
What do I do now? Who am I to become, now that all of this has come to light?
things I had forgotten did not want to remember
living as a trouphy a plaything
I don't know
For a week I contemplated the handgun brian left behind
For a week I stared at the liquor Maurice left behind, thinking wondering but rejecting. Drink ruined too many people, people I used to love
And now I am waiting for a sign
i miss them