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A little copper penny
Lying alone on the sidewalk

Rained on, stepped on, walked right by

No one cares about a penny
What could it possibly buy?
I don’t think
You fully understand
The things I go through
You can’t
It’s impossible
Please don’t say
that you do

I don’t think
You can comprehend
The feelings I’m feeling
You can’t
It’s impossible
Please don’t say
That you do

I don’t think
You can fathom
The darkness in my mind
You can’t
It’s impossible
Please don’t say
That you do

I don’t think
You can imagine
The depth of my despair
You can’t
It’s impossible
Please don’t say
You wish you could
My conscience likes to
play Satan all the **** time
Sadly I **** at this game
If only she could be 'that girl'

The one that smiled effortlessly
and could act accordingly

To bad it's not that easy
My writers block
Feels less like a conquerable block
And more
Like an impossible maze
Letting go
is the hardest way to flow,

but sometimes,

it has to be done
in order to move on
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