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Hard to write about my life anymore

Too much to relay

Poetry and music express it

In broad strokes

Days are mundane

Yet it feels like a long story

Strange paradox’s strain my ability

To explain the weeks meanings

Wondering if I should even try

Aint got much time

And the scarce amount

Used to get high from the lows

Wanna live it up

Make memories while running from em

Passed the past

Passing me by