.The wind. Pounding rain. I can't see what's in front of me.
I must trust the three feet of yellow line shining up at me.
My reality-desolate, but we're all unfortunate.
Not like her. That's different. That's tragedy.
Ten minutes - left him there alone
Now nothing is what she's become<.>
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