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I took a long drive down a short road, Approaching sixty miles per hour. The road bent at the end, A large oak marked where I should be turning. Bark and glass tattered my skin, At least now I won't have to go down this road again.
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Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 11:30 PM UTC
Pathetic Apathy
I took a long drive down a short road, Approaching sixty miles per hour. The road bent at the end, A large oak marked where I should be turning. Bark and glass tattered my skin, At least now I won't have to go down this road again.
To feel or not to feel
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Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 11:30 PM UTC
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