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Old Friend. Our time has come again.

Potential. Is unknown to me.

Americans get therapy.

Buy the person they could be.

This does not apply to me.

I could qute easily amount to nothing.

 

Potential. I might have some.

But I saw horror with no fear.

What have I become.

Ready but just sitting here.

There is dirt under my fingernails.

 

Old friend.

Our time has come again.

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