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It's eaten who I am. It pauses plans. It took my Hands beaten. Tool I am. The fools and ham, but that's OK... Well I've fought to succeed against the cold shoulders of misfortune and it's elusive schemes... When I'd seen it all I thought I was fit to judge it until I lost my wyn... Those Days come like napalm and burnt out those things that make some and break some to amount to shit... But I'm OK with it stapled to my head! Play god the wrong. OK I think we know that feeling deep down I'm not so scorned , just Neuro fibro deformed... The truth is I'd rather live like shit than conform and stoop to novelty. The less I care, the less I feel. From Letras Mania