For I am pent up with words, and the spirit within me urges me on. I am like wine cask without a vent. My words are ready to burst out. I must speak to find relief so let me give my answers. I won't play favorites or try to flatter. Source I can't remember but it's in reference to Job 33: 18-22
Looking pretty but I still miss him. Junior,
Always My Love.
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