Vroom vroom vroom
The motor in the car starts
Taking us to the place
Deep inside of our hearts
Driving down a highway
A highway full of death
Nothing but potheads
And teens smoking meth
The screeching of tires
Noise from all around
Suddenly it all stops
There's silence, not a sound
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I would like to translate this poem
I like it, veru discribtive like unno I HAVE TO ENTER twenty things grrf Its like the ride and the pressures we under take when we're teenagers growing up people arond us staart to do bad stuff