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Apr 20, 2006 18:23

Frankenmuth, a town that's economic boom has come from it's sales in fudge, and other sweet treats that make all the little old ladies ooo and awe.
I felt so foreign and out of pace, the clicks of all the hooves made me mad. I wasn't up for a slow motion type of deal, I was ready to run a race that nobody would let me achieve.
I didn't want to sit and talk or give my grandmother a bath, I wanted to sleep away the days and think.
Spending most of this little trip sleeping in the car as I awaited my family members to return from which ever 3243948 store they were in.
I felt like I didn't leave Brighton because my mind was there, along side my heart and hamstrings.

I inhaled and exhaled in a world that focused on the slow pace of living; but all I was doing wa spitting my lung polltution of a world that was once pure.
Oh so contaminating.

As for my mother... she needs something I can not give.
I love her, just sometimes hearts get broken.

So let's rewind a little, we all have gone astray.
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