Your Windshield

Sun, 01/25/2015 - 00:39 -- Arizah

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I'm nothing but a windshield, no one looks at me unless there's something wrong and even then they just wipe me off and keep it moving,

 
I'm that piece of gum on the bottom of your shoe that you try to get off and if there's a piece of me left you try your best to ignore, 
 
I'm just that guy you ask what's wrong even tho you don't care, I'm nothing but a windshield, no one looks at me although I'm always there.

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