While I was soberas a nun I filledwhole journals;carved out my brainto pin that slickpulsing fruit & findthe weakness. InsteadI found tethers to eatme alive. I bargainedwith my circuitry; pokedaround my heatedseething heart. Anothermonth cracked open likea black new egg & I setalarms to be grateful:what a gift, to knowexactly what harmyour mind will do. Toknow what wrote you.