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[bodytext] => I’m sitting in my car My hands gripping the wheel Have to pay attention Ignore the demons in my head I want to take my seatbelt off Step hard on the gas Play chicken with the oncoming cars Or drive off the nearest cliff I would stop and get out Maybe some fresh air would help But I know if I do I’d be tempted to lay in the street It’s not that I want to die Ok, so maybe it is But its also a need deep inside Driving me, pushing me over the edge. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 43 [informant] => mercedes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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