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Heart racing like a fast car burning its tyres.
Until I’m gasping for breath as if my lungs are on fire.
Each breath is heavier than the last.
Heart racing like a fast car burning its tyres.
I’m running away from
the past.
All the memories are slipping away quite fast.
Heart racing like a fast car burning its tyres.
Until I’m gasping for breath as if my lungs are on fire.
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