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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add me?
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so you have a neat icon,
and like all the same things as me.
want to be friends?
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