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I, I am Sherlock Holmes only in name, not in comparison for I love the mystery reality throws with pros and cons cause I crave the search for my own answers yet I, I wish for help every once in awhile I have a block in my road she's silent, she's new I'm old, I'm well the class idiot and no matter how hard I try I can't quit making a fool out of myself No matter what I do I keep missing my chance to make a good impression Sherlock Holmes would share a laugh at my expense I'm stumped and I'm close to just throwing my hands up translation: give up Faith is her name but I've lost mine somewhere in my state of mind