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The same way that people claim coffee courses through their veins when they consume it

I can feel the diesel fumes fogging my mind

The gas carrying rage to clog my arteries

Rumbling echoes break past my bedroom wall and my hands shake with adrenaline

Call it misguided if you will

No one would listen anyway

They never do

 
 
 

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