It wasn't long ago when you were stoic, running a house full of little tribesmen, all of whom had occult issues.
It never did turn out the way you had planned it.
My life was such a book, plans without effort. I had gotten used to the idea of my fathers will, which was never my own.
His life was good for him, but not for me.
I was to be something more, more than anyone could ever imagine. Coming through obscurity, I failed the steps blindly on my own.
After many years of tyrannical bravada, you changed into a better creature calmed, still unable to say, 'I'm sorry'.
I figured you had to act the way you did!
Although time has healed all my wounds, physical and psychological. I find I am living life as I choose freely. Only thing is, it's through my mothers eyes.
About the Creator
Hoyt Douglas Battles
The reluctant writer emerges from the thicket of discontent wanting to scold society for the lies and deceit.
Unsure of his methods, he embraces his individual excellence and immeadiately received an offer to publish his very first novel!
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