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Unintentionally void and constantly in a vortex of disobeying laws, morals, drinking too much. Struggling with figuratively wearing my seat belt but getting in the car anyway. **** IT. I'LL HEAD FOR THE HILLS. I slam my foot on the gas peddle. Skull through the windshield. Crashed into a tree. In a drunken masquerade, I'm picking all of the pieces up from the wreckage around me. And forgive me, because I forgot how beautiful that hour long drive was. Forgive me because those car accidents weren't and left pieces of me on the highway. Because I'm working towards the day where I will never let green lights scare the **** out of me again. Trying to find the rest of my pieces solemnly and natural. Trying to get my license by next week.
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 9:28 AM UTC
Finding Comfort by the Weeping Willow
Unintentionally void and constantly in a vortex of disobeying laws, morals, drinking too much. Struggling with figuratively wearing my seat belt but getting in the car anyway. **** IT. I'LL HEAD FOR THE HILLS. I slam my foot on the gas peddle. Skull through the windshield. Crashed into a tree. In a drunken masquerade, I'm picking all of the pieces up from the wreckage around me. And forgive me, because I forgot how beautiful that hour long drive was. Forgive me because those car accidents weren't and left pieces of me on the highway. Because I'm working towards the day where I will never let green lights scare the **** out of me again. Trying to find the rest of my pieces solemnly and natural. Trying to get my license by next week.
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 9:28 AM UTC
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