my hands are open, my palms clean,read me like ink on paper,thers nothing in between,my mind a maze ,but the way clear, one simple look and im just an open book, but u look at me with your eyes wide shut, and u wonder why u cant figure me out, there are just people, i guess?who dont understand people when in a mess, but im the ignorant fool for not knowing that sometimes people just dont care. to be alone is just practice for the journey to the rest of your life, so people making it on your own dont worry , dont fret, your the winner here, you've almost reached the finishing line.
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