Blew my chance to practice while

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Tripping along, writing contract and all. Flexing and practicing. waiting for you know, my king to come and for my verbage creator to stop fronting with "you know" No celebration, mourning, asking for redemption, great prayers and organization of thoughts, reattack, access. Dance, dance, dance. Love, love, love. I rock exists, and those who drop the bombs, tghose who pull the triggers, must stop. What will happen then? Just let bygones be by... gone