heres a little poem for you all, its an explanation of my thread in roll call. little bo peep has lost her sheep and doesn't know where to find them. she's searched and she's read till she thought her eyes would leave her head or even the possibility that shed drop dead, from the migraine thats taking over her head . like her sheep she needs to be lead to even the smallest spot of light in her tunnel of dread. please help me i feel like im lost in the sea of damned eternity.