Road Trip.

As the walk from the origin grew, the twisted feeling hang around like a dark cloud, forced to hide away what’s real so as to drive away a crowd’s intrest.

Numb and it grows on you like a mould, great was the best thing ever but at the moment conflict grew within, confirmed confusion and like, these are not a joke, cloak like a spell and the possession is the reason.

Confessions of an obsession with the driver causing tension and the session is one worth mentioning.

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