the racer in you
when you see a car your mind goes blank you find your hart raceing feeling the wind through your hair when your hands tuches the wile you feel the earg to go 50- 100mile pear seceant to race faster them you ever have be for when you hear the engen your hart feel the earg to drive when you tern the key start to up but when your on the way you cant go fast but when yiur on yhe track the racer in you atckes takes cuntrole and you speed up 50mile70 then the next would be 100mile now you run out of gas your sad that it stops but now you know the feeling of having a rush
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