My fingers dig hard into the wheel, as I remember those hands that I can still feel. And I swear it's like I still see you here... With your blonde hair, hazel eyes, and lightly freckled ear. But when I blink, you'll disappear, and I'll begin to coast... Missing you riding shotgun even if you're just a ghost.
Excellent. Those thought we have when we are alone in a car can be very vivid.
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Thank you!
Yes. The alone time in the car can provoke thoughts sometimes.
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You’ve expressed your emotions beautifully, Hal….amazing ending β€οΈ
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Thank you Navin β€οΈ
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Disappeared friends suck βΉοΈ. I mean the act of them disappearing sucks, not necessarily the people themselves. Sometimes both π.
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Sometimes they just suck and you have to disappear them. π
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Sometimes both π
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Hereβs to the shotgun ghost rider…
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π» Cheers!
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