Repair
I think I'm running on empty but I can't tell when the gas will run out the engine doesn't run like it used to still, it persists and putters on how many more miles can I go before I break down on the side of the road I thought I had time left to spare at 17, I should be good for years but simple things are harder than before easy tasks tax the mind, body, and soul distractions are easy once you are in motion it's when youre standing still that it all comes crashing down if only you could repair my broken pieces and have a well-oiled machine but I'm not sure if there's any use fixing what's left of me
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