and sometimes i want to to take him into my arms and say that he is not the one in control. Sometimes I think he wishes it too, but he just cannot —let go to it.it is not part of the vocabulary encoded into his cerebral brain cells…. to say….and instead, just tell him to shut up, that he needs to be quiet because he makes no more sense and stop the wild ride for five minutes of breath and ….me.yes, me. just shut up and let me tidy up the mess you have made and make him stop all his commotion and let me kiss him like he is a little boy into submission. why is he so bad
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