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My road to hell began with good intention,
Floating up then crashing down more times than I can mention.
Tripping through time in  a parallel space,
The scars of my life reflect upon my face.
Mistakes interwoven with guilt and shame,
I’d justify it all, but there’s no one left to blame.
A path of wreckage trails behind me in my wake,
I smile and nod but it’s all so fake.
Disengaging from the world, I tremble at the thought
‘Cause space can’t heal what time has brought.
Overwhelmed by the tashkent depleted from the guilt,
Love cant’  always climb the mountain dope has built.
Mending from one, another takes ahold,
I watch my pass so I take heed as things unfold.
One straight shot is all you need tom play the game, 
But the voices in my head till call me by my name.
Stubborn and cold, like a frozen shoulder,
In the closet of my mind; on a shelf in a folder.
Rising on up like a Phoenix from the ashes,
I’ll ride the wave of freedom ‘til the buzz inside me crashes.
I’ve been shown a door and got to peer into my passion.
Fleeting but stable in its’ own unique fashion.
Rounding the corner, approaching the gate,
Diligent and solid; redirecting my own fate.

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