screaming in my car.

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those worn leather seats
know of my pain and sadness,
of heartbreak and tears.

fists against the wheel,
screaming for the world to see
but no one stopped to

lend an ear or hand
when all i wanted was one
to hold me closely.

i was there for me
and maybe that is where i
i found my strength to live.

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