Catch Twenty Two

Because of this I am caught. If I don't report it I am caught. If I do like I did, I have as of yet still I can't. This catch twenty two. Six hours every day, and my heart dies of fear and for this knowledge. The price that I paid is free. When the point where the words never come. Is the cost of her coming back to the place, where she more than once never started. My father permitted my mother having not known. Have my eyes having read this opened my thoughts? And the behavior of words is like butterflies without wings or butter when warm that never flows. The crust is to thick, and the knife is to dull so I turn out the lights. Believe it or not in the dark by touch as it spreads.