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indigoinsight
The road has my undivided attention. My eyes stuck to the center like glue. Every piece of the road looks gray, bleh. My music is blasting and I can't stop these thoughts. I love my fantasy drives, they seem to be the only times I feel like no one can hear me. No one can stop me, nobody. I like to play songs where I can picture myself the center of attention. I like to play songs where I can picture myself in violence. Can't forget the songs, where I dream of slipping to space.  My car rides are so lonely and I don't really know how to judge that? Am I really missing something? I'm alone for now, & how shall I use my time? This may take years of practice. I guess for now it's safe to live in my head until I know which words I'd like to use. Change can wait.

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