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Apr 2018
Driving by the same rolling hills
Everyday I wonder what’s on
The other side
Are there just more hills
Or is there something hiding
That’s how I feel about tomorrow’s
Their like rolling hills
You don’t see the end of
Until you get there
Pitch Hiker
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Pitch Hiker  19/F/United states
(19/F/United states)   
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