Look ahead that painful road, in the Dark
sharing every moment of emotion and hard beats
which then, inevitably will disappear between the miles.
Before the crossroads of our existence, you will see
Light and Darkness, for our hearts, waiting.
We will never be able to choose, and
we will crash as suicides against the intricate
wood of wishes, of fears dressed by hope.
Just Drive or Break in the line.
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