I can garuntee that no one really wants to hear this, but I have to write this down for my sake. Bear with me, as this may not have a point
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Every time I get in my car I think about how easy it would be to slightly veer off the road and hit that tree, or that telephone pole, or to drive down that ditch.
Every time.
Maybe we're both fucked up. Or maybe we're just perfect for each other.
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Every time.
Maybe we're both fucked up. Or maybe we're just perfect for each other.
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