At some point in a persons life all reality becomes painfully clear. It’s what we do with that clarity. It aint always pretty. I know i have this up hill battle to win any kind of safe life outside a seg cell. It’s not easy to wake up and go to sleep each day and Night. I know i can only blame myself.
There is this sense of helplessness that even the meds can’t clear out of my brain. I don’t fear what any man can do to me physically. But damn it I am scared of being helpless Amy. And it becomes a matter of loneliness. That’s the real fear i have. Ending up alone.
Brent Brents 3-19-12 12:00 A.M.
That’s the real fear
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