The Ride

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It was a happy ride; a joyful ride, with only the two of us
At a random curve, the ride of two became a trip for four
I liked that, I really liked that
Until you started moving away from me
I tried moving closer to you, only to be pulled back by the stranger
Comfy and feeling his warmth, I stayed quiet

But that was till his stop arrived and he left me
I tried coming back to you but you kept pushing me away
Although it was my ride, I stopped the car and got out.

"Enough is enough" was what I thought.
Now, I'm gonna walk to my destination...

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