Unt. 10

I want to flash back to the motive of how and why it got to the 'Oh, this', a man's lack of the notice may just be a way to serve up a cold dis', I can't retract what I've known then, instead I crash before you, forward send... Upon reading this, you get my lens? As you can see, I can't pretend... You can act like you focused, but really, can you pass up a hopeless.. romantic cutter in the dopeness, that is, game to you boo, and your guess. Why is it you are and I am it, caught up from afar, your handle, my spit. Come time that is now the Oh in question is how? This may be the answer, in secrecy, my cancer...