All
All to those who do not know, are all the things I can not show, whipers slient in my ear, could be nothing there, I fear, visons flash in moments time, in and out I tow the line, hoping that I do not fall, crashing harshly, hit the wall, boasting big, but feeling small, only I know of it all.
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