wrong way | one
I KNOW, IM SORRY. I PROMISED I TRIED STOPPING MYSELF FROM MAKING ANOTHER STORY BUT I CANT LET GO OF IT.
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She was moving from place to place. Sure, she has a home.
But something always felt missing to her.
Imagine a girl who takes long drives all over the United States like her life was a roadtrip and nothing more.
She would stop at certain places.
Like in a beach where the sun was setting and she gazes at the horizon like time wasn't ticking like a time bomb.
She would stop at the most unexpected places.
She would find a bar sometimes and head there to start performing poetry. After that, her drive doesn't stop.
No could stop her.
No one will.
That's what she does every vacation from the moment she arrived in the United States. She would work, drive all around the country and jump from one concert to another and films the best moments.
It was those times when she would feel comfortable, satisfied. But a place could only last for an hour or two and she would feel lost all over again.
