Eyes scraped of vision stolen glances from eye to I
am solely meant to be alone. Thoughts parade themselves as friends, foes I mean
it cannot be that I am this unlucky. Luck? Luck? Luck? Does luck have anything to do due to the
price given, given freely as if it were naturally my heart remains open to
accept your bullshit but this cannot be nature’s best choice....
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