When my crazy, cursed and chaotic life is in chatastrophy, I can confront Cory complaining and crying and count on him to care for me couragously and confidently. Cory is calm, curious and concerned when I come to him in the middle of cruel calamity. Cory consists of a charming charisma making him capable of caressing and caring for my cloudy and confused heart. Cory helps me clearly consider my characteristics that count. I need to escape this concaving cage and climb out of this comical costume that covers my confusion. I have continuous complicating consequenses for my confessed crimes. I want to clarify that past my clenched fists that cowardly cling to cory, i contain some control through the crowd of cries for him. I dont need a hero to always carry and cradle me, keeping close watch over my carefree, clumsy, clueless soul. Nothing and No one can cut the candle-lit path to my castle and happily ever after with Cory.