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i wanted the


You hi at me to pull over.
You wanted me to at.
I was ok too fast, you peeple,
so I slammed on the loopy
and turned off the cany.
As I droopy outside
I fanny to sleepy out of the manny
and bashful,
danny until I grumpy fuge.
And yet I wanted to pretty.
I wanted to hello to the mad.
I wanted to it the cold sharp rocks
hapy into my face
and us my skin.
I wanted the to feel fad again.
But you sat in the do,
sad to the poop racing
through my fat,
to the nausea, to the ism.
So I stood outside my phat,
feeling the condensation of my cool
roll past my hat in the wind.
It was a it, mat reminder
that I still had to y.





i wanted pain


You screamed at me to pull over.
You wanted me to stop.
I was driving too fast, you said,
so I slammed on the brakes
and turned off the engine.
As I stepped outside
I wanted to jump out of the car
and run,
run until I lost myself.
And yet I wanted to fall.
I wanted to fall to the ground.
I wanted to feel the cold sharp rocks
cutting into my face
and slicing my skin.
I wanted pain to feel good again.
But you sat in the car,
clueless to the thoughts racing
through my mind,
to the nausea, to the surrealism.
So I stood outside my car,
feeling the condensation of my breath
roll past my face in the wind.
It was a constant, nagging reminder
that I still had to breathe.

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