So much history here
The only life you have
Is one you hoped to lose
Blood is thicker than water
But the creek beds have run dry
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A forgotten table
Wobbling side to side
The stain on the tile
Choking on the dust
Left to settle for too long
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The school you pass every day
The same cracks in the sidewalk
Nothing ever changes in this town
Lets you breathe more easily
But makes you wonder why
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You feel like crying
Remembering all who have left
Away from this city
Away from this plane of life
Not once looking back
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Took a drive in the night
Windows rolled down
Radio blasting at full volume
Felt the wind scream in your ear
Shouting your name as you race by
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A vortex of nostalgia
Drags you down the empty street
No one left to see
How much you have grown
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Nick Vasquez
Hi everyone! I'm Nick, I am an avid fan of music, horror, nature, and storytelling.
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