I don't know which exit to take, I look for one that offers a break, I close my eyes as if I dare myself to crash, my head rolls and rolls as I'm steered in the wrong direction, I wish my brakes worked so I could take a rest, the signs all say different things, which do I follow, eventually the highway comes to an end, so does my warranty.
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PoetryThis series of poems, if I can even call it that is a series all about my life and how I feel in a particular moment whether I'm happy or sad. Pls enjoy or don't.
