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Endless paths that never seem to finish
but when they do
you find yourself back at the beginning.
Judge me by my past
And I'll be sure to **** you with my future.
There's this obstacle on my road of life.
A small pebble in my shoe
so it hurts to walk,
this mountain growing more distant
as I get closer but the pain increases

There's a obstacle in my river of life.
A river that I'm drowning in
yet nothing to hold onto
drifting further from the boat
as by body becomes weaker

although this seems like a large obstacle
It's really just a small hole in the road
that is yet to be filled
because no one will help me fill it
 May 2016 'thoughtOutLoud
Sam
her
 May 2016 'thoughtOutLoud
Sam
her
you're not my pen
you're my paper
you're not my heart
you'll be its breaker

i'm not sorry for drawing
i'm sorry for scrawling
i'm not sorry for calling
but i'm sorry for falling
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