Boys have tendency for mistaking reservation for mistificaction, a principle written in my history-

book, could you open up my book and read such a heavy-

story, my story sometimes sad and for a bit gory, not in violence but at the-

core memories that changed and built this personality thats what makes this person human-

humanity in which faith I lost and then found and sounded the bells of freedom-

freedom from a life of betrayal and hurt-

that hurt me more than the little boy who made the mistke of mistaking reservation for mystification-

The mystery I solved that if your tricked to think something was given rather than stolen in front of your face, you cant report it but from it you can learn-

learing to fill the hollows in a bring color to your cheeks again-

against the doubt and the lies filling your mind to rise up aginst the tide and trust-

Trust me, I found my redemption but the scars are still there fro the uppercut-

Cutback the judgement, I'm not judging you, all I'm ask is for some time to trust you.

Trust me, I wish I could be a mystery. But the story is all to common and in the story of life I'm at a comma.

So please wait while I decide whats I'm going to write.

Becuase I would build you kingdoms and castles with my words but stand afraid whe you ask for more than sincerity.

Sincerely, I would do anything for you but I did that for the last one and when I wouldnt do anymore he found me useless-

use thi, bit of advice I'm giving you about myself. Have some patience and I'll pray that I'll make it past this. I promise-

promises are words but I've always made mine count. count on me to keep you up and I'll expect the same from you-

Just you, thats all I want. The crooked and patched up pieces just a much as the perfect persona.

Boys can mistake mystifications for reservations, so let me be clear. I'm not going anywhere, I'm stay right here.