the fog is so thick i can barely see the road curving out in front of me. there is a street light on my street that goes off every single time i drive by it and it is sort of like a hello, or a goodbye in my opinion. the older i got the more i expected to grow. the older you got, the more i expected you to grow. but now i just see all of my
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