What I've always known is I'm dangerous in an innocent way. My dysfunction is insanely honest and typically appealing to all. It's the ultimate manipulation, zone of imprisonment. From the first time I ever remember I've known of this "power." How it ever got this far quite truthfully amazes me. The depths are even deeper and darker then the pits of the ocean floor. Acknowledgment strikes a sensation so chilling that the bitter Antarctic air seems vacationland comparable to all countries acquired on the equator. But is it so real to myself although I know the reality?