You're taking a drive through the country, in your shiny new car, with music playing too loudly. The wind is mussing your hair, and your girl is sitting next to you.
And you thought it would work this time, because, this time, you said you weren't running away from everything. You sayd you were running to everything else.
You thought it would work. But it won't, because you're lying to yourself.
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