highways

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A drive down a highway can feel as if it lasts forever. The lights pass overhead, casting shadows across the road at an even tempo. The radio keeps in time to the beat of each passing line painted on the road.
It’s 2 am in the morning
Gently place your foot upon the road, the simple start of every journey.   Little do you know, that this road is me,
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