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Clutch


I’ve been so busy Yet procrastinating so much My emotions have gone fuzzy And with feeling, I’ve lost my clutch No more control I don’t know how I feel Or what I want, nothing to pull Toward happiness, it I cannot reveal
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Longboard_Man

I've been writing poetry for about two years now, I just finished my first year at Purdue and I am a gymnast, parkour enthusiast, longboarder and I do pretty much every other extreme sport, and I adore nature.

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talia.rexhouse
<p>I love the fist two lines. They contridict eachother, but reveal the speakers inner turmoil and distress. Beautiful, short, but to the point!</p>

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