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And It Was Just a Finger
Cold in sweat, under the influence of loneliness
with drawbacks on how I could've provoked this mess
be free to live old instead, due to all the hope I've spread
days i feel dead, not even good behavior'll get me home in less
but that's that, cause I killed every single chance i had
now the nerdy kids I picked-on are having the last laugh
the once, bad ass...stuck behind these walls, living a fall
only stuff I've had, is all in the mind & in the grip of my palm
Now my whole life’s numb…where can I get the sensation back
cause now my wings & calves are my bone’s comforting personal pad
living a stone in my portable throne...though I myself can't move
plus I feel crowded & cant swing my arms for elbow room
I've found all the little things known, as simple as shown
I took things for granted, wishing now could wiggle my toes
ooooh what I would do to move these fingers again
instead I have my grip on life slipping right through my hands
once a great wrestler my sites set I had such big hopes
till i didnt get the right nutrients and suffered a major stroke
doing this to cut weight now i must live here sitting with a fate
all and all just thinking It's just a finger that caused my Anorexic ways
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short and sweet...i must say the first i have read from the famous tim...and i like it...flowed really well...couldve improved some places...multies we`re alright...very creative i dont see this topic done much...nice stuff not exactly hof in my eyes...none less good job and keep up..
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Short piece, but it deffenetly had a fierce message and I could really connect with it.
Also, the flow was on key.. as a fan of yours Tim, I know your quality, and as normal... I enjoyed it a lot.
