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  • Writer's pictureKyx

tire tracks

tears like a jeep on the road

carrying 2-tonne loads

i’m on the verge, so close

to letting go, just explode

red eyed, is it an infection?

no, it’s plain exhaustion

mixed with funky emotion

anxiety and a wee depression

tire tracks down my cheeks

too hard i hit the peak,

crashed the car, i see the streaks

from who i hurt, the blood reeks

i’m so tired, but that tracks

new home, friends and facts

i want my old self back

need to slow down, relax

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