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May 2014
Why over-think what you can't control.
I tend to keep my guard up and fight my fate.
But whats the point in fighting when you don't know what its for.
Because no one knows whats meant to be.
I just let my fingers hit the keyboard and let my hands speak for my mind. I don't even know if I've ever written real poetry I just crave writing.
Jake
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