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Now, don’t get me wrong – I ain’t judgin’. Life’s messy, y’all. Some folks choose this, some don’t. I’m sittin’ there, truck idlin’, wonderin’ if she’s got dreams bigger than this street. Maybe she’s savin’ for somethin’ – a kid, a house, who knows? How’s that workin’ for ya, darlin’? I wanna ask, but I don’t. Instead, I peel out, tires squealin’, feelin’ like a coward. “Punishment is purification,” huh? Maybe I’m punishin’ myself for drivin’ off.

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Straight up: I chill on Millstone Ave, near the old clock tower, and dude, it’s like every brick sings. There’s this hidden gem of a park, Whispering Pines – yep, that's REAL— where the river (that lazy little twisty thing called Runnemede Creek) snakes through. It’s like nature’s own runway. Crazy, right? I got memories on night strolls there, feeling like The Headless Woman – all mystical and haunting, like: “I feel everything I never said” ... damn, that hit me in the feels!

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