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you liked to live life in the fast lane speed straight down highways, no slowing down no brakes, no time to hesitate no time for limitation on your desire to obtain your preoccupations you liked to focus on the present for a short while until the now signalled its change to the slow lane and began driving the speed limit and you could no longer race it from then, it was pretending to care while searching for the next body type no two were exactly alike, you always had a hunger for a new rev in the engine sooner rather than later, the present became a distant memory that you left stranded on the side of the highway and you took the driver's seat in a new model that you should've taken passenger's in you did always enjoy revisiting your antiques though they were the ones you knew were too attached to forget you until one day, your most prized possession refused to turn on its headlights and refused to run for you and thus began the inhalation of your premium body type collection off to the races speed demon, good luck finding another car to race
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Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC
speed racer
you liked to live life in the fast lane speed straight down highways, no slowing down no brakes, no time to hesitate no time for limitation on your desire to obtain your preoccupations you liked to focus on the present for a short while until the now signalled its change to the slow lane and began driving the speed limit and you could no longer race it from then, it was pretending to care while searching for the next body type no two were exactly alike, you always had a hunger for a new rev in the engine sooner rather than later, the present became a distant memory that you left stranded on the side of the highway and you took the driver's seat in a new model that you should've taken passenger's in you did always enjoy revisiting your antiques though they were the ones you knew were too attached to forget you until one day, your most prized possession refused to turn on its headlights and refused to run for you and thus began the inhalation of your premium body type collection off to the races speed demon, good luck finding another car to race
i have no idea where this came from
frankierowl
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Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC
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