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Aug 1
A silent drive,
s i l e n t,
lights blind me,
before darkness finds me,
no one in the passenger's seat,
not a soul in the back,
only things for company,
are the skeletons in my trunk,
on this long road trip,
we dreamed about,
it's a long,
long drive of despair.
That trip we always talked about.
Sins of a dreamer
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Sins of a dreamer  16/M/Virginia
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