At a particular time, I composed a particular piece for you.
I mentioned monetarily even though I knew I didn't want to show you.
So forgive me, if I shield me, behind a mere facade.
But I am meagerly, trying to manage, saving face and it's so hard.
Jail is like dying.
I wish I told you how I felt before I died.
And If I fail to fulfill my flaky goal... well at least I tried.
~ Books P
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