Roads

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My life is made up of two roads
One that leads to what I deserve,
And the other is a rocky road
Where it leads me to what disturbs

I keep my eyes wide open
Stepping on the gas
Then there's a dead end
This is where it lasts

A/N: Went for a drive all by myself.. Looks empty isnt it?

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