Yes, I have demons, and, yes, I carry baggage... emotional and physical. Who doesn't?
My shoulder has been getting bad for decades. My fear of intimacy the same. I need my shoulder, and I need friends. The question is what kind of need and what kind of friend. People are a lot more complex than just anatomy.
Need that devil?
Life is shades of grey (nothing to do with the movie), not black or white. It's not good or bad, but good and bad... together.
This lone wolf sometimes likes to run with the pack... which is very inconsistent of me.
-copyright 2014 by Willy.
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