Rows and rows of days like rows of seats inside the movies, every seat sits a different perspective but with so many it can be confusing, although the screen is amusing no matter where from you choose to see, character is said to be the foundation of all success but in disposition of me, so many bias opinion it goes on and on like a run on sentence, capitalized incomplete, without believing in yourself is like being without air to breath, crease in my pants my mother taught me to be a proper man, staring into owner's hands, the owner of whoes hand I shake, because as a man I'm sinciere in all my ways, manners with matter of respect, I look around it seems none are left, none are left like me, incarcerated in my mind but in my amiable ways I feel free, as I glance around this theatre turns into something more complex, it brings me a sense of uneasiness in certain situations bias men hold me in contempt, all these rows of seats suddenly lift and everyone looks down on me without reason, I'm watched by eyes that wanna see me act foolishly and wise men are pleased by the ways I act for I am so young, I grew up in fast situations where they were hectic so I had to be receptive sometimes wished to be numb, because of all these things causing me trouble in my life, my eyes became more vigilant on ways to be wise, soon the clouds will clear and all the clutter will be organized, as I adapt I mature in my mind, it's all happening in increments of time...
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