You think I'd be smarter about something like this. You'd think I play the game differently after so long. You'd think I'd know my own strength. You would think I could control my impulses. Yet my spontneuity only lasts as long as my decisiveness as each holds the others hand leading to a place unknown....but every time one thing is certain. Hurt.
The uncanny bility is mine to find a metal knife in the middle of the ocean, poison somewhere in the sky, death where only life can survive. To have lost is to have held victory in the palm, and willingly let it go in fear.
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