The digged road knows my past but as they are already graved, noone here to tell my story, my heroism that when I walk flowers & leaves were waiting to adore me. But here, I just left to end my story with these parasites. It's just my engine is in silence but my soul is still screaming to go out for one last drive, to see my filling station, one last time to park in just beside the Contessa! One last time to horn & say 'bye' to 'hi'.
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