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My brain feels like a tunnel with no light. No signal. And here I am, driving until I see the light. My foot on the accelerator, but my car doesn't get any faster. It feels like it's being held back by an anchor. I try to keep the speed. I don't want to slow down. I'm here to come out of this tunnel without any light. Without any signal, but my car feels chained. Or am I the one confusing the accelerator with the brakes?
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Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 3:17 AM UTC
Car ride
My brain feels like a tunnel with no light. No signal. And here I am, driving until I see the light. My foot on the accelerator, but my car doesn't get any faster. It feels like it's being held back by an anchor. I try to keep the speed. I don't want to slow down. I'm here to come out of this tunnel without any light. Without any signal, but my car feels chained. Or am I the one confusing the accelerator with the brakes?
DJQuill
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Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 3:17 AM UTC
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