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Tell Me What to Say From the moment we met, I thought it was destined by God. As I came to know you, I began to listen to what you said. How you were so insightful, authoritative, and correcting. I was so amazed how you had the answer to everything. And surely you would always tell me the “truth” as you saw it. My life had always been such a mess and out of control. You listened to all my deep dark secrets, you encourage my friends to meet you, you showed me how they’re all liars. Even my closest friend that I had known since childhood, I no longer called. I began to listen to you, always wanting to please you so that I might not lose your love. When you enchanted me, when you put your spell upon me, when you used your sorcery and you showed me that the Bible is false. How you proved God never cared for me, how you made me feel like a little child. I was made to serve you, I do not feel good without you, I have no friends to talk to because you have shown me that only you matter. You speak such wonderful words and have convinced me that my family was a disgrace and so I will not associated with them either. You are so smart, and I would be so lost without you. There were times when I question why the news and the paper disagreed with your point of view, I was amazed at my friends for doubting your business savvy, and those of my family, how they would ask me to come see them, and I could only tell them “no.” Please do not take your love away from me, I could not survive without your instruction. You know all my deep dark secrets, and you’ll tell those that I care about what you know if I ever question you. I know my place, I know what is good and that only you understand me. Only you can mold me, only you can tell me what to believe. I just cannot understand why something deep in my soul feels so invaluable? How this part of me keeps calling me. How calm you are after you have corrected me. It is nice to know that you’re no longer angry at me, it is nice that your voice is no longer shouting at me, I am safe with you, is what you tell me to tell my friends and the police. I will tell them that everything is okay, that I am happy, and that you know what’s best for me because you love me. I will prove to you that I love you when they take us to court. Please— tell me what to say. . . Thomas A. Sutor P.O. Box 2343 Lompoc CA 93438 Rockhawk.com
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All written word is "The Opinion" of Thomas A. unless otherwise noted...
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