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Sep 2014
And with each breath
I think to myself,
"Is this my Heaven or is this my Hell"?
Traveling in a long road:
no directions,
no speed limits.
And though being cautious
isn't in my nature,
I'm traveling at a slow pace.
Although I'm traveling
at a slow pace,
I still fear that I may
collide
into a horrible fate.
A never-ending
drive to nowhere,
or it sure as Hell
feels like it.
Feeling like a brand new ride,
but with 300 thousand miles.
Jaee Derbéssy
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Jaee Derbéssy  nowhere, yet everywhere.
(nowhere, yet everywhere.)   
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