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To understand the full meaning of this story you would need a play list with the following Songs in order. Bloc Party Positive Tension Plans Little Thoughts Kreuzberg So Here We Are Waiting for the 7.18 Tulip As we drove down the twisted lanes of the high way I breathed deeply. I felt the tingle in my face as the sun warmed my skin. I radio played and I watched the world dance around me. I tuned in and out of my companion's conversation. He talked about cops and speeding but I couldn't quite focus on his every word. I was more intrigued by the patterns of the oncoming vehicles. I spotted a bright red Focus, reflector yellow Ford Pick

Searching deep inside of me Looking close tell what you see Someone who has long past die Heart beats slowed and turned to stone Searching for the arms to hold tight Stop the shivers brought by the night Word and actions left behind Scars and stitches that can never heal This mirror image is not recognized Distorted and twisted with hollow lies Still seeking the place to call my own Where he'll be waiting with a welcoming smile These past few months I've found myself drifting farther and farther away. The cynic has taken over and I'm constantly judging people. I live to prey on their weakness and they disgust me. People are ignora

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