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I will never understand: this asphalt road that feeds on precious time, interweaving footprints headed nowhere, the broken stoplight   at the end of the street, or the next **** thing I'd see. I could chase the moon all night and never get there. I could light another cigarette if it's to prove that everything is more than just hurt. I'd search the universe for answers if I can, but sometimes the very thing I'm looking for is the one thing I can't see.
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Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 3:35 PM UTC
Incoherence
I will never understand: this asphalt road that feeds on precious time, interweaving footprints headed nowhere, the broken stoplight   at the end of the street, or the next **** thing I'd see. I could chase the moon all night and never get there. I could light another cigarette if it's to prove that everything is more than just hurt. I'd search the universe for answers if I can, but sometimes the very thing I'm looking for is the one thing I can't see.
contentment.
tarma-de
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Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 3:35 PM UTC
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