Young love is like a high speed race. When your in it. When it is going on around you. You feel as though you are going to fast you can fly. You feel limitless. As your heart beats faster and faster your confidence grows stronger and stronger. You begin to become part of the car as though it is your only source of happiness. Without that rush you feel empty, you feel week. As though you can only live during the race and everything else is fake. So what happens when the race stops? What happens when you run out of gas? - Sam Chades
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