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Sep 2018
Staring out my windshield
Eyes are numb to the roads
Street lights start to blend
Swerve
Roll down the windows
Blast the music loud
Bring your head back to earth
Swerve
Didn’t see that one
Ok no music
Just focus on th-
Swerve
The fatigue seeps in
Too many late nights
So many bright lights
Swerve
Arms drop to my side
Eyes close and my head falls
A loud blare still echoing
Crash..
Written by
Melo  24/M/Mass
(24/M/Mass)   
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   Lawrence Hall
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