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Stories and books by Howard L Johnson,
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LETTING GO
WELL I JUST CAN'T SEEM
TO GET IN TOUCH WITH MYSELF I TRIED SO MANY FUCKIN WAYS I NEED PROFESSIONAL HELP YOU CALLED ON ME TO BE THERE AND YOU DO ME GOOD BUT ALL I DO IS SCREAM AND BITCH AND BABY TREAT YOU BAD I WOULD NOT BLAME YOU IF YOU KILLED ME IN MY SLEEP IM SURE THE EMPTINESS MAKE BETTER COMPANY BUT I CANT SEEM TO FIND DIRECTION IVE LOST TOUCH WITH SOUL I JUST CAN'T SEEM TO GET A GRIP I THINK IVE LOST CONTROL AND IM LETTING GO WELL I NEVER CLAIMED TO BE THIS MAN OF INTELLEGENCE AND TO EVERYTHING I TOLD YOU GIRL YOU KNOW YOU'RE ONLY DENCE SIX YEARS OF EXPLANATION BITCH STILL CANT FIGURE OUT ME IM ON MY KNEES AND SCREAMING BABY LET ME OUT OF THIS SMALL FRAME OF MIND YOU'RE IN IT'S A BOX HELD IN YOUR HAND AND IN YOUR WALLET IS A PICTURE OF YOUR K-MART MAN BUT THE MAGAZINE IS FADED TO REALLITY ALL THAT'S LEFT OF PARADISE IS BABY YOU AND ME BUT IVE LOST CONTROL AND IM LETTING GO IM LETTING GO 
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