When i was just a teenage girl, riding my motorcycle alone, "enjoy" the trafic and getting so lost in my own mind, sometimes i thoughtMaybe i'am dead, and i just don't know yet. And maybe it was just my clueless wandering memory who ride this motorcycle and crossed the streets safely.
Ahhh... I kinda of missed it.
Young, free, and always full of imagination. (even if was sometimes a dark one)
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