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The same routine I sit and scheme My words will set me free. I have my mind I have my pen so nothing can silence me. Words are drawn on the page created one by one. They tell the story of a broken man. On a search for something different, something new. Day in and day out the same routine at hand. It's time for him to grow up It's time to be a man. Change is part of life and that's just how it goes. But when life doesn't change at all that's when he begins to question it all.
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Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 10:16 AM UTC
Routine
The same routine I sit and scheme My words will set me free. I have my mind I have my pen so nothing can silence me. Words are drawn on the page created one by one. They tell the story of a broken man. On a search for something different, something new. Day in and day out the same routine at hand. It's time for him to grow up It's time to be a man. Change is part of life and that's just how it goes. But when life doesn't change at all that's when he begins to question it all.
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20/M/Escondido, CA
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 10:16 AM UTC
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