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I’m pullin’ up, actin’ cool, but my palms sweaty as hell. I’m thinkin’, “Drake wouldn’t flinch,” but I’m no Drake tonight. I’m just me, spa dude, wonderin’ how she ended up here. Maybe she’s got dreams, maybe she’s trapped. Hits me hard, man—makes me mad at the world. Why’s it gotta be like this? I’m all in my feels, like when Oskar in the movie’s tryna protect Eli. “We’re the same,” I whisper, but nah, we ain’t. I’m just passin’ through.

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