manuscriptx
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If only I could see through the eye of a sunflower seed. I could smile if I wanted to. If only I could look through the peeping hole of success, I could cry if I wanted to. If only the somber trumpets of despair grabbed me out of the standing-room-only crowd and forced me to admit my mistakes.
What is it that you want? The end game is near. I have nothing left, can't you tell? It was pale and apparent a long time ago and it's over can't you tell? So just forget about it and move on. Its Parse Poetry can't you tell? I'm reminded of what someone once said about it and that they didn't think it could stay within certain boundaries without ridicule and funny remarks. Laying in stark contrast can't you tell? I have another's well being in mind and took care of him can't you tell?
What is it that you want? The end game is near. I have nothing left, can't you tell? It was pale and apparent a long time ago and it's over can't you tell? So just forget about it and move on. Its Parse Poetry can't you tell? I'm reminded of what someone once said about it and that they didn't think it could stay within certain boundaries without ridicule and funny remarks. Laying in stark contrast can't you tell? I have another's well being in mind and took care of him can't you tell?