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Mar 2015
Am I just a never will?  A want to be that is not real.
A would've should've could've been. That hides behind this plastic skin.
A thought that never came to be? A waste of time. That is not me.                  Is anyone remembering? Does anybody see?
Perhaps ill make it work this time. With all the darkest quirks confined
Ill learn to maybe find my spine and alter my design.
Ill rise above and learn to rule. To implement a stronger tool.
Am a just another fool? Reality so cruel.
Written by
corey larson  rock springs
(rock springs)   
415
   Cecil Miller and unknown
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