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Oct 2018
My visuals are out to get me,
Drive in front and claim the safety.
Pull a map and divise a route,
To keep me from my- too loud. too loud.
You take the wheel,
I'll fake a path.
The road divides us
From future and past.
I wanna drive back,
until then i will roam.
the seats of tanned memories,
remind me of home-
All feedback is welcome and appreciated
Carson Alexander Defelice
Written by
Carson Alexander Defelice  16/M/FL
(16/M/FL)   
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   Nathan A Brock and Sindi Kay
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