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Nov 2018
in the dead of night
cruising past the streetlights
in a college student's car,
who am i?
i'm not american in these streets;
i'm not indian in this skin;
i am just another shadowed face
behind the windshield.
another pair of headlights reflecting off the asphalt.
another fleeting thought,
if even that.
i took a late night drive to melt my troubles away,
and almost melted away myself...

it's been a rough start mental health wise but otherwise... happy nanowrimo to all participating. and if you aren't participating, well, happy another-day-of-life? ahaha
Angie S
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Angie S  21/F
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