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Going To Far

going to far, dropping the bar, i feel like my life, has been dipped in tar. everything i do, turns out so slow, every face except mine, has a has a beautiful glow. people watch me shrink, when they know i want to grow, i have the world in my hands, so i give it a throw. i wonder what, my future holds, my life still has, the bends and folds, I've been spit on and covered, in different molds, i have to get used, to the news and the olds.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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