coma ❀ michael clifford ❀ book three

michael

it wasn’t anything in particular that she was doing,

my girlfriend simply just drove me insane.

she could start arguments out of virtually anything,

and it always managed to piss me off.

drives were usually my escape,

i’d just hop in the car and go wherever it took me.

by the time i’d made it back home,

i was cooled off and ready to apologize for whatever i’d done.

but when you pull out of that parking garage,

you never know what could happen in the time before you returned.

there is an infinite number of things i could have done wrong,

but today,

it wasn’t my fault.

love,

michael.

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ya see where im going with this or nah