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its difficult the crash the seemingly endless skid skin tearing blood smearing the pavement the shrieking of tires burnt rubber we stand up weary shaking only to strap into the seat again its difficult the low the drop after the high the empty nauseous feeling needing one more hit one more drag and ive been knocked down and dragged out so many many times and i keep begging begging to get back in the ring put my gloves on come out swinging and i swear if you crash this car again because youre high off of some fight we had ill leave this belt unbuckled i wont be walking away from this wreck again [holyoak]
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
no officer i havent been drinking
its difficult the crash the seemingly endless skid skin tearing blood smearing the pavement the shrieking of tires burnt rubber we stand up weary shaking only to strap into the seat again its difficult the low the drop after the high the empty nauseous feeling needing one more hit one more drag and ive been knocked down and dragged out so many many times and i keep begging begging to get back in the ring put my gloves on come out swinging and i swear if you crash this car again because youre high off of some fight we had ill leave this belt unbuckled i wont be walking away from this wreck again [holyoak]
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
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