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cars passing on the interstate
leaving split-second candids seeing people I don't know don't care for they're wearing emotions I won't remember thoughts I see (understand) without hesitation true thoughts of an individual for a moment and it isn't until I think through my tinted windows I can't be seen do I realize just how lonely I am. 5-1-04
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