getting through
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If you’re like me,
You can’t count your dreams on one hand,
Always lost in something,
But never settling for anything
Or leaping at any one demand.
I’m driving.I’m driving and I notice that the nails on my left hand are longer than those on my right,But they don’t look bad.I have adjusted the seat at least five times by now, but I do it once more.I notice I’ve slowed down. The car, I mean.Me
