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Pace at the Racetrack

Racing, 

Spinning,

Plexiglass 

Will keep me trapped 

on looping paths.

Back and forth I pace,

As time erases 

Every chance I have.

 

Bouncing off the walls,

I stay contained 

Within these mental stalls.

The fence appearing infinitely tall -

There's nowhere farther down left to fall.

◄ Myself and I

I Live Next to a Family ►

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