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Come and live next to me myself. Express yourself as I take you on my way. I'll act outside as you live-in myself. Ever present in my choices on my way. You'll have a say that much is true. You'll help me see my inside as well. I'll have a way to guide myself that much is true. I'll help you see my outside as well. Before we can be one myself, There is still a path to cross. I'll need to accept you as myself, Before our cross is due.

Script: A woman is laying down on a psychiatrist's couch looking as if they are just about to finish a sentence but can't seem to find the words.  The title fades in and fades out after a short time, after the title dissipates they finish their sentence. Jill I just can't figure out what is going on inside my head. The camera pans slightly to the right as a Psychiatrist wheels in on his chair.  He is holding a clipboard and looks quite professional but as we will soon find out he is nothing but. Psychiatrist There is nothing I can do to help you Jill.  My only conclusion is that you are a sick, sick, woman. Jill I thought as much. Ps

I was sitting on a cold marble bench in the park during a beautiful summers day.  There was a Grey squirrel running towards his home tree with an acorn in his mouth.  He hoped happily and calmly in only a way pure safety could bring.  I noticed from across the park laid a young boy with a bee bee gun.  He laid down expertly aiming his rifle at his target.  The thin hissp flew from his gun and I saw the squirrel, in mid jump, become thrown from this new found velocity.  The squirrel laid silently, and unmoving, as the boy moved his arms in prideful accomplishment.  I couldn't help but feel sadness throughout myself as I looked again towards th