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Musings of a Life Once Had

I sat in my old car today
The one I drove during senior year
The head gaskets blown and the front passenger window doesn't work
The motor roars louder than the voices in my head idling
... but it still smells the same
Still has cheap menthol cigarettes in the ash tray
Still has Smirnoff and Kinky bottle caps in the floor
With Swisher and Magnum wrappers beside them
I found the silver bracelet I wore on prom night
A gift from a fleeting artist friend I no longer know
There's a carving on it I never noticed before
It reads
"Goodbye
Good luck
Shawn
10-17-97"
It was an impulse to visit this shitty car
And I realize it's not the car I miss
It's who I was when I drove it
I'm staring in the rear view mirror
And I don't recognize the forlorn creature staring back at me
Who the fuck is that?
Written by KittyFromHell
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