Speeding into the horizon. Dreaming of the sirens. Wishing for broken glass on a highway. It could be so easy. The rhythm, rhythm of an engine. Always makes me empty. I see the headlights coming at me. I can't help but wonder. Flying, flying in slow motion. The wind through my hair. And ripping through the scenery. Oh, the wreckage. It is my secret
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xoxo
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hotttt layout!
Angie
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<3
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