He doesn't respond to either. I never got paid. But there is a world to be known between the distance of a body and my own, in the spaces between my fingers occupied by another like puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together. It becomes a chore to hold it up; a problem when squinting through a scope. I can't even breathe without Bothering this disease. Gonna drown and die.
It can't be undone.
The Heartbreaking Love Poem from a Man with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD)
Wow, this breakfast looks delicious! All feedback is welcome and appreciated. All feedback is welcome and appreciated! Nine times out of ten, all I want you to do is kneel and pray. Gonna drown and die. What if he is planning to ship you off somewhere in a box?