i should write down all my thoughts, used to do it alot, always seem to get distracted then i stop so maybe not, my therapist thought im a lost cause, id play connect the dots with the ink blots, i guess im antisocial and a high risk pause, most dangerous thing about me is my jaw, i could speak the truth on you an tear you apart, but i won't though, detachment is an art, with these claws in my paws this an alpha bitch bark, you a pussy bro, thats why i focus on dreams an the life i want, chillen an living theres no need to front, thoughts determine our actions, an that creates habits and patterns, forgive actors from past chapters take the dagger out my back, i keep my manners not my loss doesn't matter ima stay right on track,