If its all the same to you I want to be read by you, if its not to much trouble...
Ugh hmm thank you....
Stings and still its good
Falling so high
Only, the things I type are not what is real
Suppose my eyes were to deceive me,
Would I know?
For all the trust I have for them is all I suffer.
In any case I should hope my ears would turn up the scheme.
Only the hand shall police this travesty, and pluck out the troublesome two.
Shall my ears fail to uncover this devious plot; shall great harm come over me?
Would I perceive that the world I see and live is a falsity?
None the less whoa is me and whoa are thee to trust oneself to the point of self rejection.
As for my skin, if it should choose to turn,
What could I do?
For all that is known by me is what I have learned from my skin.
How shall I discern its lie?....
...Oh but my eyes would see happening and thus hinder me from harm....
Yes that is how I can have self-contro..... unless eyes and skin shall be in a partnership..
Will I perish with out a fight?
Oh my trusted ear would hear my awful demise approaching.
Unless,..... Skin and eye can tempt my ears to betray the master I.
That would be a complete mutiny......
Ahh my loyal and knowing nose would tell of my burning destruction.
My mind is at peace for the savior nose...........
Except what's to prevent my nose from completing this revolution?
Oh but nothing.
All that is left is my mind in this land of hate and deceit.
Must stop the revolution muststoptherevolutionmuststoptherevolution.....
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Empty shell of a man in a corner of a dark room huddled and shriveled
    Self destruction.

unheardof
Justin H. Sanderson