I sit far from them,
they dont notice a bit of my deprivation...
...just their fame and themselves
will I be like them?
will I toss currency around like feet feed on paper?
Truth seems far away like the uncertatiny of a flipped coin.
What I need is In the hands of another. (dang)
Something I love is broken.
silence.......
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