for hours
with no real destination.
I turned when I felt like it.
I sped when I thought
no one was around.
I was free.
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What Comes Next... [Wattys 2014]
PoetryViolet has never stopped running. She lives for the wind on her face, and seeing the blur of cars as they drive by. And she has real problems to run from. An alcoholic mother, an abusive ex-boyfriend, and the lowest grades in school. It's time for V...
I Drove
for hours
with no real destination.
I turned when I felt like it.
I sped when I thought
no one was around.
I was free.