Untold Tales of kenny moore

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I sit on my old bed.

Of which is tatterd now.

The bed i used, whilst living with my mother.

Blimey all sorts of shit was brought back to this bedroom.

IE, POLICE, me coverd in blood, getting high,

As the world passes by

All that,

Feel content.

Anxiety levels, below 0.

11-16 pm.

No alcohol for a couple a weeks.

Proud feeling wraps round me.

Followed by thoughts of positive tracks.

Tracks of which i follow.

And surround myself with loving feelings.

Feelings i havent felt for couple years.

Peace of mind.

I allow myself to absorb the love spilt from my daughter.

Chatter box that she is .

Is my special girl .

keeps me going.

Please excuse me, jumping from hear to there.

Free flow.

Just write what pops to the mind.

Away we go.

A beautiful smile from lois.

I warm up.

Mental block.

Xmas 2 days away.

Then into 2015.

gOING TO WRAP THIS UP FOR NOW.

IT SHALL BE KEPT AS A DRAFT.

Good bye for now.

kind loving thoughts.

Shall hover .

Flow through us.

abide by us .

I wrap this up.

Wishing everybody a great xmas.

And a wonderful new year.

Much love to you all