So...... I went to see what needed seen, and.... I saw. I never understood looking at what some one tries to make you perceive, even though we both know it's perception. But I always look to the future, though my shades reflect my past. My truth is made of fiction because in your world it don't exist. (excuse my diction, I'm pissed) So I ask a question to the DOGG...............
At what point does circumstance have a right to dictate who you are?
..............and like a bad golf swing.........4
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