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Story

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The face of belief is too hard to see,[/font][/font]
The wish to be right, but to disagree.[/font][/font]
The car leaves the drive, and the drive is free,[/font][/font]
But can't ever accept, that it's what should be.[/font][/font]
Love me or leave a slight on my heart,[/font][/font]
that twinges and tweaks like a path through a park,[/font][/font]
That's what you'll do, you've begun to start,[/font][/font]
But you'll never start to end, because you've driven off, far.[/font][/font]
You'll scream about the roads, and blame someone else,[/font][/font]
But you did just the same, as your history tells.[/font][/font]
A story, with a familiar twist, how about making it different this time?[/font][/font]