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let me be wrong
Please let me be wrong, my way. I know it isnt right and all my flawed plans lie in shambles at my feet. Let me suffer in my own hands Im a fool floundering but I see my faults as clearly as anyone else does. So stubborn. I will wash my hands of all of this in time, but Im so tired today. A chameleon lost in this wave of un-intrusive wrong doing Creature of habit miles from what I want and need. Please watch in silence as I feed off convenience. Youre not helping so let me fix me. When I have the strength, Tommorow |