Title: Valgfritt

Text: Passed Alger Brook Road, I'm over the bridge, a minute from home but I feel so far from it. The death of my dog, the stretch of my skin, it's all washing over me, I'm angry again. The things that I lost here, the people I knew they got me surrounded for a mile or two. Left at the graveyard, I'm driving past ghosts their arms are extended, my eyes start to close. The car's in reverse, I'm gripping the wheel. I'm back between villages, and everything's still. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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