Unfamiliar faces in all places I'm overwhelmed, unfortunate that I don't know myself, HELP!, ha ha!.. I'd rather laugh at it than cry, or feeling worried bout the possibilities "I could die", or lie stuck in my decision to appeal in my trial.. while all my rivals say I'm guilty, little to no survival is filthy, being that it's the cleanest escape, to seeing what seemingly increasingly could be your fate, dreaming you could be late, meaning you would be bait- to all the demons that's worthy of hate, but yet you're early enough to find the fight is internal.. so picture that as the inferno, I'm burnt out!- from being turned down so whatever is the turnout- I'd only like to say I learned how to be served with a word of advice for our vice and addictions.. with a dose of prescription- of VISION.