-A Metaphorical Poem Where Car=Me-
My car has run out of gas.
It has been running on fumes for miles now.
I've been tempted to park myself someplace and wait for help
And just get high on the vapors of my energy.
But my car has run out of gas
At the edge of a cliff.
Now I'm left teetering on the ledge.
Stuck somewhere between panic and serenity.
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