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Controlling my temper
The sequence is hyper
Confused about the pace
Counting the inner space.
Running from my old fears
The world I joined is fierce
Receiving the critiques
Rampage that can’t be fixed
You were there and I’m here
There are words you must hear
Youth that we never have
Yelling from a yellow pad.
Initials of our names
Together in the flames
Inside my only choice
I still hear your voice.
None of my predictions
Telling my convictions
Never been hurt this way
Never been in dismay.
Get out of my tired mind.
Thinking of you makes me blind.
Grinding the bits and pieces.
Gone by infinite mess.
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