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Feb 2016
Come
Around the bend.
Pull back and release.

I lost control
The road doesn't know my
Path just as much as I didn't care.

Why should I open my eyes.
They were never shut
In the first place?

This time.
This time.
There won't be a next time.
It has to be this time.

Giving up
Giving in
What does it matter
How you say it?

Turn
Around away from the bend.
Hold on don't let go
Just yet.
Zachary Patrick Hane
Written by
Zachary Patrick Hane  Coastal NC
(Coastal NC)   
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   K Balachandran
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