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Jun 2016
This road speaks to me again
Like it has in years past
Drowning the sound of voices
With the noises of tires on pavement.
Feeling that familiar tinge of something
I struggle to define.
Struggling to conceal my differences
And stifle anger fueled by frustrations.

I'm sorry, I can't help it.
The highway sees this side of me
Every time we meet.
Journaling in the back seat and this threw up all over the page instead.
Emilee Ayers
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