.The hair on your arms is standing on end, so you fasten your coat 'til no air can seep in. But your fingers won't move, they're froze in a fist that you raise to the air, as if to resist, but slowly it falls back into your lap. This car is a cage, this drive is trap that will lead to a grave, a tear.
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