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[backhand]

It's a bitch to see how people change.. like clouds, like leaves, like that, like nothing. I know the sun shifts and so does the shade, naturally... now a thousand new things are not only uncovered but illuminated. So how the fuck did you end up.. where? And how have you found your naive ass standing between a "good friend" and a stranger.. looking left, right, left... DURR DURR, tryna decipher which the stranger really is at all. And if actions speak louder than words... so help me God on both counts.

Next round I'll watch my mouth... cause I've been eating my words for breakfast, lunch and dinner.