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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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