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Jun 2011
i whispered, "baby, i need you now more than ever."
i whispered, "i may be the driver, but this car is out of control."
i whispered, "there's nothing for us at the end of this road."

and you said, "crash, bang, smoke."
i still don't know what the **** i'm doing. but at least i'm doing something. thursday, june 16, 2011. 12:27am.
Sarah Wilson
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