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Sickened roads. I have memorized all these lanes by heart and they make me sick. Everyday I see Faces that look at me with knowing. They know too much and nothing. High on the hills of adrenaline. I have had too much of everything, Thrown out into the abyss to fend for one’s sanity. Everything is too deep. I do not need. This adventure, thank you. I just want to go back home now. Winding roads will lead me home. Lead me home.
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Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
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Sickened roads. I have memorized all these lanes by heart and they make me sick. Everyday I see Faces that look at me with knowing. They know too much and nothing. High on the hills of adrenaline. I have had too much of everything, Thrown out into the abyss to fend for one’s sanity. Everything is too deep. I do not need. This adventure, thank you. I just want to go back home now. Winding roads will lead me home. Lead me home.
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Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
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