I want so badly to walk down the road, into oncoming traffic, and never look back at you. The cars will serve and honk, and they'll miss me by a breath. But you, you won't miss me at all.
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Poetry❝ my heart runs wild with words that shouldn't escape my lips ❞ [[my process of healing//started feb. 13th, 2016]]
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I want so badly to walk down the road, into oncoming traffic, and never look back at you. The cars will serve and honk, and they'll miss me by a breath. But you, you won't miss me at all.