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Bla bla bla I shall babble on and have nothing withdrawn. I am the steel axe the piercing arrow I just don’t know it yet. A little left of center in a circle that is represented by a circus. How others see me is something I care little for or care nothing about but lying to myself is within my character. Never forget my experiences grounded down, pounded flat, stretched a little to far and turn me around…Make me into a monster the one that terrorized you as a child and hid under your bed. Make me into the schoolyard bully the one that took your lunch money and made you eat dirt. Pretend I am the one that cares deeply and is gentle always and I shall make fools you all. Like a rock I break people I just don’t know it yet. Like a knife my tongue shall and will cut deep, I just don’t know it yet…my hands work the macho magic and can make bloody pulp of any smart ass. That I know that I learned. When my chin is up embrace me for I shall smile and nurture like the gentle rays of the sun. When my chin is down keep distant for with my voice I will bring down the tallest and laugh with little mercy.
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