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May 12
My soul is the tune-up to my autopilot life.

Shining through bright Windows of clarity
I manage to change just one or two things,
But this drag-on stage drives me
slowly insane.

So infuriating and insidious,
When I realize I'm the fool,

Unable to change, for I've but time sensitive tools.

So I search for panes scattered throughout strife;
Use my pain to grow,
Till I'm worthy of you gracing my life.
Written by
Patrick  22/M
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