Everytime I hear "middle"
I flinch.
It strikes me as odd,
but you probably just think I am
a
I cannot blame any normal
reader at hand.
But I can blame the devil
for who I now am.
It comes close to striking me,
like a slap.
In which it truly stinks not to
be able to have full control.
But the chick I am, again,
was the main goal.
Take your pity and recollection
up in your arms.
I will not sit here lonely,
while you deal a loaded
hand.
The devil, along with his laugh,
has become the new team.
And for him I'd do anything.
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