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Jan 2016
I was just a child,
but that seemed to be enough
We sat in the front of your car
As you drove us to Hell
Oblivious to all the **** to come
True story bro.
You wake and find yourself quite comfortably in the passenger side of a vehicle heading…where, when, why, how, and who’s driving? Write a poem of possibility. The road is wide open ahead of you.
Written by
Phoenix  18/F/Modesto, California
(18/F/Modesto, California)   
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