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Rated: E · Poetry · Personal · #730937

A night when I had to escape, drove and got lost

Pull over
A moment to myself
Engine stopped
Music paused
But that sound
The only sound left
Of everyone rushing to live
Leaving each other behind
Leaving me
I sit aimlessly
And one by one
As they compete
They move me
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