I look at my hands
and wonder about the
damage I've done.
I bet someone has done worse.
Then I think about
all of these hands in the world.
Some are made for making new things.
Some used for art; writing.
Others for love and care.
More than a few for ****** and revenge.
So many hands have become so many things.
I just wonder,
what has become of mine?
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC
I look at my hands
and wonder about the
damage I've done.
I bet someone has done worse.
Then I think about
all of these hands in the world.
Some are made for making new things.
Some used for art; writing.
Others for love and care.
More than a few for ****** and revenge.
So many hands have become so many things.
I just wonder,
what has become of mine?
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