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My pen is bending •                              • Should I Write •             •             • My eyes are blind •                             • Should I Drive •             •            • When my lights dim The clips break • I’m struggling   Too hold everything together • My sky view shows a pilot twist The sunset spirals while my flight dies • I see the windshield break But I believe a blank canvas can still blink • I’m suffering Too keep my passion from being passed on •    • •    • •    • •    • •    • •    • •    • •    • •     • •       • •        • •          • •            • •               • •                  • •                     • •                         • •                              • •                                   • •                                        • •                                             • •                                                  • •                                                        • • The break down on the dead end • • My pen scribbles life into existence • •The one way spilts my paper into gray• •My drive collided with my sight of color• •                                                                       • •                                                                     • •                                                                 • •                                                            • •                                                      • •                                              • •                                       • •                               • •                       • •                 • •           • •     • • • •• • The love of life Drifts away While my Bullets create Turns of O-pens Circling back around Too the plot of sunrises The light begins a new trip The wind brings back the shattered pieces The glass is finally made to be seen through And I start to see outside the review
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Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 1:05 AM UTC
Down on the Road
My pen is bending •                              • Should I Write •             •             • My eyes are blind •                             • Should I Drive •             •            • When my lights dim The clips break • I’m struggling   Too hold everything together • My sky view shows a pilot twist The sunset spirals while my flight dies • I see the windshield break But I believe a blank canvas can still blink • I’m suffering Too keep my passion from being passed on •    • •    • •    • •    • •    • •    • •    • •    • •     • •       • •        • •          • •            • •               • •                  • •                     • •                         • •                              • •                                   • •                                        • •                                             • •                                                  • •                                                        • • The break down on the dead end • • My pen scribbles life into existence • •The one way spilts my paper into gray• •My drive collided with my sight of color• •                                                                       • •                                                                     • •                                                                 • •                                                            • •                                                      • •                                              • •                                       • •                               • •                       • •                 • •           • •     • • • •• • The love of life Drifts away While my Bullets create Turns of O-pens Circling back around Too the plot of sunrises The light begins a new trip The wind brings back the shattered pieces The glass is finally made to be seen through And I start to see outside the review
Bullet
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Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 1:05 AM UTC
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