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Driving down the street, I missed my turn

To get to my destination, I had to make a… turn…

Quite silly, I can’t even use the proper “term”

To describe the part where I turned around

Because even the echo of that single sound

Reminds me of the fact that I’ve lost someone that’ll never be found

At least by me

It feels like I can hardly c

Y r some words letters?

I want to cyr

Not a typo - assume I’m dyslexic

Alexithymic too

Because I don’t know how to feel when I think about…

Where I am going. Where am I going?

Without… knowing

Where… ugh…

Who r?

Where I am

I feel like a lost lamb

Where am I?

I really really want to cyr

Or maybe just crash my brand-new car

88 miles isn’t that fast

It’s the exact speed to go to the past

According to a movie that someone liked

I know it’s dangerous, but I’ll be alright

Right? If I'm never alright

That means I’m always alright

I’m getting tired, so I should say goodnight

And good day, very fun

I c y some words r letters

Because this entire poem is about just one…