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It’s been lonely strolling down this dark road. Sky black. Red thunder crashing above it. I can see the headlights beaming on the center yellow drivider that sits in the middle of the road. The never ending turns. It feels like two pa re nts a re screa mi ng at each other’s faces in the front can as I sit in the back with headphones on trying to tune them out. A bad dream? Who knows. But chaos is all I’ve dealt with. All I’ve known. Like we are about to crash though and I’m just ready. Calm. Music in my ea rs as my d river’s
scream their lungs out. Something is always tapping at the window next to me. As I sit in this back seat. I’m afraid too look though. It’s him again. That demon in the red mask. Trying to pry his dead fingers under my headphones. To whisper
“jump into your dad’s lap and grab the wheel son. Veer you all off this road. I’ll take it from there once you hit the cliff”. I never knew if I should listen or not. I didn’t. I never listened. I just feel like I sit back in this seat. By myself. Driving this car. Down this road. With these winding turns. No parents. Just me. But that chaos itches at the back of my brain. It’s my wheel now. All I have to do is hit the pedal and go off this cliff. Red mask man said he would take it from there. The sky stays black. The red thunder keeps crashing above it. And that yellow line that divides the road is only there to warn me not to cross to the other side. The other lane. The one I’m not to go to. Until a truck comes. A bit one too. I’ll probably cross over in front of it. Ya. I will.
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MUSIC. FOOD. MOVIES. GAMES.
Favorite:
MUSIC: Korn, Eminem, Maroon 5, EDM, Angels and Airwaves, 21 Pilots
FOOD: California Rolls, Fish Tacos, Chorizo, and Eggs, Chicken Burritos
GAME: Battlefield, Call Of Duty, Metal Gear Solid, Uncharted Series
MOVIES: Step Brothers, Scream Series, The illusionist,
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I want to go camping, under the stars, in a tent, when it is raining. That water hitting the fabric, under those stars...that is what I call music.
ME
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Just standing in front of the sun as it rises too greet me.
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If we both hate the same genre of music, movies, tv shows, and the same type of foods. And we both LOVE the same things...then we should be friends.
ME
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