#The Passenger
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Maybe this...
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Morning mist overcomes me, I can no longer see the road ahead and we've been on the road for hundres of miles, I can't find your face in the distance-and I'm searching for it, god, how I am searching for it-I am sitting in the passenger seat-it's all I can do
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I still feel the rapid pace exists within this edit
Yes of course, I'm glad! Overall, this is a really good poem
… wow. The power of this strikes deep. I’m not even sure I understand it.
Very nice voice person!! Very nice 😊