that road
this road is a long stretch
and every times i catch my breath
the road seems to get longer
stronger the road becomes
hteres paths that lead of the road swearing happyness
but those will kil you
the only way is thru the road no matter what
theres mines planted on the ground
if you dont watch your step a big spark will arise
when it gets dark strange things happen
such as things twisting in the distance
theres also a fog
that comes in to pin you down you cant win on this road
theres a sign ahead that says lonely haerted road 350 miles
in the direction you just came from.....
destination as far from her as possible......
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