| Me vs. Maradona vs. Elvis
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| Change your point of view.
Is there some way I could show you the best is yet to come?
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| Everything has been left to random chance.
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| From a speed-free-write in class:
"My phone and me make a slave pair."
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| An old free write I found buried on my computer:
No matter how hard I try
It seems that I'm just another stop
On the lonely road
For the girl with no where to go. Every single time that I've set up shop
I've thought “Yeah, man, she's the one for me”
But really, nothing comes way that's “meant to be”
And I guess that's how it's meant to be. After all, I'm just another stop
On the lonely road
For the girl with no where to go. And yeah, she might not've come from somewhere special
And yeah, she might not be going anywhere amazing
But somehow, she'll find a way to get my heart racing Stay away from me,
Girl on the lonely road
With no where to go. I'm tired of writing angsty poetry
And being your yesterday's news.
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