Small Comments

Walz with the devil
Crying out, son
These walls gives me comfort,
comfort, cure, joy through thou
If this continues i know
That this is a fact of my own
So. We are level, several times a day
These walls gives me comfort, comfort,
cure joy through thou

If this continues i know
That this is a fact of my own

Now if you could see all the beauty in here
the lights and

As the time went on, it became strange, especially on the weekends.
She started to throw in small comments
And there was a lot of weight and appearance fixation around me.
So the first thing she did when we moved was that
She would try to get me to lose weight
Because she thought I was too big to be a normal nine-year-old. Well,
I was neither thick nor narrow...
A chubby child or something like that.