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Journey.
Watching the lights as they fade away.
Feeling the bumps of the road as we make our way.
I count the lights that line the highway.
one.
two.
three.
four.
I don't think that I can do this anymore.
Breathe.
In.
Out..
I grip the bars and try not to shout--
I can do this.
I can do this.
I have to do this.
