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Jul 2014
i drove and drove
it was everything i wanted it to be
finally moving
i smiled because i was free

i knew which turns
i remembered my way
if only this road
would have told me what to say

this moment stays fleeting
it only lasts for so long
tonight i remain a prisoner
because of all my life's wrongs...
driving is a privilege.
brianna the strange
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brianna the strange  Dakota Territory
(Dakota Territory)   
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