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My hands are calloused enough to grip the wheel without needing your permission.
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The engine burns the currency of your own existential exhaustion, so quit romanticizing the backseat and steer the damn car.
My hands are calloused enough to grip the wheel without needing your permission.
The engine burns the currency of your own existential exhaustion, so quit romanticizing the backseat and steer the damn car.
The syntax of your grit echoes a time when words held the weight of iron before we lost the feeling of the road.
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