The thrill of cuting through the fall breeze
The smell of a new parking lot
everything around you is to your use
But then..
there's the fall,
The scrapes,
The bleeding.
The passion and love you have for it can never hurt
Just keep on riding.
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 7:35 PM UTC
The thrill of cuting through the fall breeze
The smell of a new parking lot
everything around you is to your use
But then..
there's the fall,
The scrapes,
The bleeding.
The passion and love you have for it can never hurt
Just keep on riding.
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