I thought I was looking left, my eyes behind, know playce to hyde.
I only halve these memories but they cannot confine the conflicts of my conundrums or phind the phakenuse of my past—I think I never did those things or I wish I never did them, or worse of all, wish I had done them…
or it makes no difference, I will never no the truth.
Pheet don’t fail me yet everyday it I need one more excercise just to catch up with yesterday.
The price of seeing these images is your time.