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Poluted

I know how she feels now.
As if I'm stuck
and I can't get out of this frosticken place.
I need to get away from these people, this life,
this poluted place with the city nearby.
I need to drive until I can finally see the stars
that I've been dreaming of.
The stars that I will sleep under.
A place where my thoughts won't be poluted.
Where the dreams I concive can go into full flight full throttle.
Where i can lay under them
wishing on every star that I could stay here forever.





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