Racing to slow

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Car, horn, faulty smile, titling world.
Trying hard not to feel this burn.
Racing thoughts, hitching breaths
Trying hard to chase this rest.

Regret, pain, hurt screams
Nothing now can fix these seams
Torn and tattered patchwork scars
Working hard to see the stars

Blue eyes, bubble smile, brown hair
Making peace, having fun, he does care
Skater boy, bruised knees and gentle smile
Going hard to skate that mile

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