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driving home to youunfortunately I died~ text said I love you.driving and textingnew car for graduation~ hey guys guess what I. . ..
Small man, rushing manAlways wanting to cross the streetPedestrians pass him by faster than falling sand.The red light has him beat.
I am a mere pedestrian Doomed to live a momentary existence Leaving your cerebrum as soon as the light turns