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Halfway Through The Road - An Original Poem:

A view from the bridge, tall as the branches. Sadder than the water

No cars are parked, nor yet they are washed away by the water

Rests upon the doors shut wide open from the outside

When your fate with the disaster collides

You are halfway through the road

Trees and leaves begin to sweep away from reality and myself

Trying to avoid the things I hate for the sake of my mental health

I am trying to win over my demons who has try and possessed me

With the things, like these are a possibility

I am halfway through the road

He is falling down, wept down the tears from his eyes

He sees a beautiful day sets off the tone with darkness inside

Teetering fate, he whoms eat what his father has harvested

The things he will do, to be complimented

He is now at halfway through the road

I feel the same way, as he was and you

He begins to shoot up his gun tucked into his pants in the sky, to see the truth

You are the problem and I am the voices who talked inside of you

He is the problem, no you are you

We are all halfway through the road

We try and overcome your feelings, his feelings, our feelings

To fill the gap our parents, your parents and his parents didn't have

We try and overcome your feelings, his feelings, our feelings

To fill the gap our parents, your parents and his parents didn't have

Breathe in and breathe out, the car will eventually flow

We are in the end of the highway

We are no longer halfway through the road
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