Beach (No sand)


Fighting, but i'm weak with both hands. A vacation, eyes detect no beach, feet feel no sand. Double left handed, clubsy but talented. Can't get a job, did once but got fired because I couldn't manage the way my manager managed things. Now i'm home stuck and alone, drops of water from the ceiling are like waves when my eyes close. A vacation, a man weak with both hands, rock bottom is a paradise, beach with no sand.


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