I used to hate driving.
I used to not go out... anywhere.
I used to hate rap/hip-hop/R&B and anything dancy.
I used to hate being a wheel.
I used to hate waiting, being patient, and the like.
I used to not mind not replying.
I used to never noticed details.
Then i drive until my knees swell.
Go anywhere I can, always be available.
Listen and review whatever genre that's needed.
Revel in the happiness of others.
And I am still waiting.
Alone.
Scrutinizing every detail.
After all that, I still have to prepare for a graceful crumble... yet again.
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