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Dec 2013
It can take a second...a second to realize when your actions have created complete chaos and permanent damage.

A second to late, before your conscious kicks you in your sleep, Not allowing you to sleep at night

While your mind races, like it's trying to not crash at the Grand Pixs
like its running from all its well thought out mistakes, like it's escaping all it ever may have promised too commit.*

"Why do we make these mistakes? if we know the outcome of the cause?
why do we feign for the thought of despair and pain? Only to have self pity of what we have allowed to be lost?"

Judge me. Please. Judge me.

I need it every second, every moment.. as I walk the streets of this un controlled land
I won't dare stare back though, I won't ever judge the soul of another man...

it's not in my plans.

But neither were all my seconds I have lost where I've created so many mistakes.

A broken Heart, Painful tears, a perfect home in which my wrath caused emotional tremors from my earthquakes.

It took a second...It took a moment. Something else literally could of happened if I just thought things through...

but these moments weren't my fault at all, no...wait!

It was YOU!
wait...
Dougie Simps
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Dougie Simps  NYC
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