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Blvd. Pkwy. Ave. Hwy. Not the way, Open the drain, pour them down the drain. That’s not how I heal today. It’s been sometime since I’ve stared at the bottom of the net, years since I put the bat away. It used to ache every morning. It hurts no more. Now you must go, someone needs you more. It’s right & feels wrong. That’s a sign that someone isn’t strong. When you’re weak days get long. This is just a pause until the last song.   Watched you mature, I look at you and see my brain. I never let my friends hang. Anything I want to say held back by my fang. I’m holding it together Dr. & when u return I’ll be doing the same thang. Smile in your residence. Only cry when It raining, wash away all the evidence.
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Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC
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Blvd. Pkwy. Ave. Hwy. Not the way, Open the drain, pour them down the drain. That’s not how I heal today. It’s been sometime since I’ve stared at the bottom of the net, years since I put the bat away. It used to ache every morning. It hurts no more. Now you must go, someone needs you more. It’s right & feels wrong. That’s a sign that someone isn’t strong. When you’re weak days get long. This is just a pause until the last song.   Watched you mature, I look at you and see my brain. I never let my friends hang. Anything I want to say held back by my fang. I’m holding it together Dr. & when u return I’ll be doing the same thang. Smile in your residence. Only cry when It raining, wash away all the evidence.
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Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC
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