Sunday, September 28, 2003

Moving too fast and i can't hit the break. spinning out of control. flying into disaster. sirens. the rush. the calls. THe Lies. Wind rushing by and whistling too loud to handle. Memories flooding. backseats, redlights, tree swings, beaches, smells still lingering, tears still falling. Can't slow down and can't breathe and i'm being hit over and over again. Scenery blurs by and i can't see a thing. details forgotten, importance lost. Just need to get somewhere. Just need out of here.

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