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Apr 2013
I hate the way they hold the steering wheel.
As if it was the most casual gesture in the world.
As if they could do it with their eyes closed.
As if they were the ones driving the cab.
I'm sick of being passenger
and being naked under these safety belt restraints.
I'm ******* and no one seems to care
because we could never know the rules of the road like they do.
emma joy
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emma joy  CT
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