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I'm seeming to always miss every shot and every chance,
struggling to get out of this one and only stance.
Into all the bad encounters is where i seem to prance.
People say how i should always watch to where i glance.
I'm sprinting through my mind in this never ending trance,
traveling by civilians in their oh so gleeful dance.
And into my heart is where people want to lance,
cause i messed up with them, i blew my only chance.





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