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What if I left? Hit the road like the Weary Traveler that I am? Would anyone know I was gone, or would they only notice the Work that has one less body to attend to it? Like an addiction, I crave the Back roads New adventures Memories created Scenic views Wonderous splendor Strong breeze Fresh air If I swallow this drug one more time (Just one more, I promise, this time I swear will be the last), then maybe I can find myself enough to Stay. So let's go, I need to feel alive.
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
Weary Traveler
What if I left? Hit the road like the Weary Traveler that I am? Would anyone know I was gone, or would they only notice the Work that has one less body to attend to it? Like an addiction, I crave the Back roads New adventures Memories created Scenic views Wonderous splendor Strong breeze Fresh air If I swallow this drug one more time (Just one more, I promise, this time I swear will be the last), then maybe I can find myself enough to Stay. So let's go, I need to feel alive.
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
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