Tire
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Me? growing up? Absolutely not, the idea was something I never thought would happen.
I enjoyed riding in the backseat of the car, closing my eyes and waking up at the grocery store or the car store.
I take the time, fake the crime
Of being anything but a friend, I tend to shake from slime.
I saw terror, panic and a loss of it all, I cross and I fall
but life's boss is so small.
