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Everything that my right hand has ever written Comes from the heart and mind of a boy that is cursed So from now on I’ll learn to write with my left hand In hope not expectation that this curse will be reversed And then I shall sit in front of an open fire Unflinching as each flame licks closer to my face Not close enough though so it could swallow me whole But just close enough so that it can have a taste Of the beads of regret in my perspiration That are forming and rolling down my furrowed brow From a wildfire mind that is now out of control Come thoughts that these damp morals fail to disallow Everything that my right hand has ev