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Bow Chicka Bow Wow
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in my hands
IP:
Stuck in a motionless state.
Has fate been decided?
Or should I decide fate.
Contemplations reveal my life’s blemishes
Like a bad oil painting,
This artist can’t stand this.
But why panic
My options are not limited
So many thoughts of failure,
I start this race but never finish it.
I know I can succeed,
My pen’s holding the keys.
My mind is the door, it’s always open
And my heart is the window usually broken.
Rejection is my friend,
But why do I fear him.
I cover my ears, but still I hear him.
Got to get a way ill take a step out the door
And ill fix the window
I’ve done this before.
This is my life it’s my destination
Now ill put the keys to the door and fill out this college application
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