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6d
The past got a grip like cracks in my lane,
Every push forward still echoes the pain.
Green flags got me swervin’ , are they truth or a trick?
Red ones got rhythm, but it’s makin’ me sick.

Love left bruises under sugar-sweet lies,
Told me I was safe, then dipped in disguise.
Now I second guess peace, flinch at a touch,
Like maybe I’m the problem for feelin’ too much.

Skatin’ past memories, wheels hum like a song,
But my heart’s still askin’ where it all went wrong.
Can I just breathe, just coast for a while?
Let go of the hurt and relearn my smile?

I don’t need a finish line, just space to be,
To glide through the chaos and finally feel free.
Even if the signs blur and my path’s unclear,
I’ll ride on faith and let go of fear.
Jennifer
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Jennifer
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   Maybelater2
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