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Feb 2021
Hands at ten and two
I control my fate
so I'm told
swerve into oncoming traffic
cause a cacophony
go out on a high note
I control my fate
but where the ****
do I wanna go
nowhere really
being awake
makes me uncomfortable
I see why so many
choose to give themselves
to more certain Hands.
silly me
mikecccc
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mikecccc
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