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_____I know what I want and what I want I don't have. What I have is enough to get by. The only reason events that happen to me sound tragic or humorus is because I know how to tell a story. Thats what I do, I say the words in my mind and amplify. I'm not what I've done or whats happened, I'm not who I want. I see everyones faults and beautys, those I list as friends are the ones who faults I can't find. My faults are more than one. I let good things slip by but want something good to hold on too. I watch what I do, and for the record, I don't have abs or a nice body. I see my outward imperfections as a reflexion of my inward deffects. I wish my cards would have left me as a model. I don't laugh when everyone else laughs. I doze off and don't fit in any spot I've found. I don't have any artistic skills or a knack that I can do like no one else. I am so much less than special. I'm more than an aquired taste but flavorless. I talk about myself alot, I call it soul searching. I don't have abs and my body is trashed. I'm honesty at your front door. I hope we can still be friends. I'll be honest with you, I'm the kind of guy with two arms and two legs, but more importantly, my name is JC. 
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