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[i_bet_ihate_you]

the only thing constant here is the road.
so i'll keep on driving.
theres an eerie glow that makes everything seem so surreal.
its difficult to describe how this makes me feel.
i'm listening and watching the world turn around me.
driving through this bright lit city,
i've found that i'm at a loss for words.
i wish i could say something beautiful and witty,
but i guess i'll just sit here and look pretty.

i love finding shitty old poetry saved onto my computer.