Manic compression

Kid, picked on, love, blinds him, found, his own girlfriend. It's all he could ask for. He doesn't need, his hands, tied up, to persuade, this kid, Had got, it all, too good. Bit, dust, And, said I...

It's beginning. Mother's cord is severed. I am falling. Break free from dependence, down, to take it. I council whatever. You take it and run, 60 Miles an hour. And break, your way. Trusting, holding...