My Happiness

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When summer is gone and carefreeness bends comes school, books, responsibility; stress never ends   So many of us find ways to cope: running, drawing, or crying for those I have no hope
  My fears, my insecuerites, my sadness, it all goes away
Driving to you the highway rushes up to me blends into the orange and red sidelines my eyes stay fixated towns pass I do not notice as I lose myself  miles slip by and by
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