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Worn like the pavement of my heart,
Driving too fast and halting my brakes to
the ground so abruptly,
On the same road that leads me nowhere,
My faulty cluch brings me in circle,
Carving donuts right through me,
Penetrating my souls with tire tracks of
Until I run out of gasoline and the pavement collapses,
I am forced to run down the rocky dirt path,
Searching for my home,
Always wanting to go home,
To the small untainted piece of me,
That loves me unconditionally: