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Hindsight is another name for uncertainly blind the doors of perceptions to our hearts they did bind the illusions of grandeur went all but to waste when stark reality stood right in my face He looked familiar like i had seen him before, something had changed perhaps he had to show more Now i remember the shock put me aside Under the grandeur even he couldn't hide Last i saw you, you were happy and grinned now you look soulless, empty and grim perhaps at the time you were happy to be or slightly more worrying you could not see What was behind the sheet white veneer a man made of evil that much is clear I made my mistakes and i will be sure never to cover instead of cure. I saw my rights and never my wrongs, good deeds nowhere, bad ones in throngs but hindsight the monster that now lets me see the monster behind, that once lived in me.
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
Hindsight
Hindsight is another name for uncertainly blind the doors of perceptions to our hearts they did bind the illusions of grandeur went all but to waste when stark reality stood right in my face He looked familiar like i had seen him before, something had changed perhaps he had to show more Now i remember the shock put me aside Under the grandeur even he couldn't hide Last i saw you, you were happy and grinned now you look soulless, empty and grim perhaps at the time you were happy to be or slightly more worrying you could not see What was behind the sheet white veneer a man made of evil that much is clear I made my mistakes and i will be sure never to cover instead of cure. I saw my rights and never my wrongs, good deeds nowhere, bad ones in throngs but hindsight the monster that now lets me see the monster behind, that once lived in me.
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
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