|forty one|

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"i've been driving around and getting stuck in the same traffic.
sometimes it is red for a long time when my tears began to flood the street
sometimes it's just green and everyone's honking at me, telling me to go forward
or sometimes it is just yellow, when i'm dazed and wish it all would stop."

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