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I was thinking small. Where rubber meets the road, Leaving little pieces of ourselves Everywhere we go.
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Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 11:01 AM UTC
Little Pieces
I was thinking small. Where rubber meets the road, Leaving little pieces of ourselves Everywhere we go.
We are slowly decaying rejuvenated with life until it runs out.
taylor89
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Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 11:01 AM UTC
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