badcrookshanks
all he needs is one chance one opportunity
To seize everything he ever wanted in one moment
Would he capture it or just let it slip
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm and ready
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