I Have A Doomed Trait Entwined Inside A Miraculous Ability. My Want For Expectation. My Need For Communication Is Unfaulted. All My Work Will Leave Lasting Impressions. I Was Given The Urge For Compatibility. Forsaken By My Outward Brutal Non-caring Air Towards Others. The Final Compliment Paid To Me Was Dealt From A Gamblers Unshuffled Deck. Taking Into Consideration No One's Thoughts Or Out Looks. And Not Caring To At That Point In Time, Or If I Had Known, Wishing I Had Not Listened. Dwelling Into Other People’s Thoughts And Manipulating Their Points Of Views. Pulling The World From Underneath Them With One Hand And Catching Them With The Other. Soothing It All Over With Premeditated Reasons. Laughing All The While.
