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a man with a plan and a six fingered hand using his digit, making me fidget; feeling very uncomfortable: something's smellingtastinglooking like trouble with my eyes burning quite a bit from my stare and my mouth thick with the stale spit of fear; what an accident, i cannot look away; thanks a lot precedent; it's just me, don't really matter either way.
now i know history repeats and it sure has me beat so i accept my loss and move on ; but really, where to? honestly what am i supposed to do besides not trusting and feel disgusted with myself and all the things i cannot help, all my love stopped in its tracks and all the time just looking back; all the fingertips are burned, indentities erased; cannot tell neither faces nor places just keep reiterating: all hurt that has been dealt does not compare to what i serve myself.
now i know history repeats and it sure has me beat so i accept my loss and move on ; but really, where to? honestly what am i supposed to do besides not trusting and feel disgusted with myself and all the things i cannot help, all my love stopped in its tracks and all the time just looking back; all the fingertips are burned, indentities erased; cannot tell neither faces nor places just keep reiterating: all hurt that has been dealt does not compare to what i serve myself.