Why hello other favorite number...
The memory of that number age
Is crushing me... if only... always
Awful words to utter... I could
Turn back the hands that shaped
My mind - my own, now calloused,
Cracked, rough - I would and forge
Through a different path... my
Negativity only believes the worst
Would result and the end result
Would be where I am now...
Struggling with sadness at the
Mess I made of my life with
My own hands - hands that are so
Gentle and kind to many of God's
Creatures and creations except the
Ones they are attached to...
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