Brake Pads Are Squealing

Mr. Brake

Slowing unspoken pressure by speaking truth with a burning pen

Empty without words again

Disappointments never end when held

Ignoring deep started and breathing wondering if I’ll look.


Excuses unapproved, accepted, silently rejected

Intelligence insulted, my worth stock jumped and still there’s no adjustments

Maybe I took a look, stopped laughing, realized practicality makes magic happen

Mr. Brake slowing down, tired of struggling without help inbound.

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