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Wednesday Night

A longer pain
deriving from a longer sorrow.
Empty words come from full hands
Empty thoughts from full minds.
This world is not ready for second chances
We cannot go any farther
Even with the best of intentions.
Somewhere a child is born
and one day he will become something
that will make a difference
to someone else.
Your only hope is in the hands of others.
You cannot rest.
You cannot think.
You cannot breathe.
They've put you no where.
You have to put yourself somewhere.

*does reno*

oh... oh wait...
that's not right at all

*runs away*

Your only hope is in the hands of others.
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They've put you no where.
You have to put yourself somewhere.

sounds a bit contradictory,

but otherwise you have some good ideas in there.

it's very contradictory. Something I was sort of going for, even thouse it makes for lousy writing lol.