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Heart racing
Hands shaking on the steering wheel...
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Salt on my lips
Arm on the door...
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When we reach the summit
of any genre of truth...
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When we are not equal, we lose each other,
we lose the winged self that once carried us...
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“I gotta”
is a complaint...
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You murdered my spirit
And you darkened my soul...
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The walls still hold the echoes
of a nine-year-old’s despair...
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Pens her only tool
She writes the deepest letter...
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Goodbye Shirley, my dear friend,
Our time together has come to an end...
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The Dangers That lurk just right there
The Sense of it you know it is there...
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The Mask:
I wear it...
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The endless ticking of my watch,
Every tick is like an hour passing...