of uneccesary,
unhappy,
unwanted questions.
Was it really an accident?
Or is there
a monster deep inside me
pleading to end its life?
Did I subconciously turn the wheel
just enough to hit that truck?
Or did it all start at the motel?
When I decided to drive
one hundred miles an hour.
Is it possible that,
for once,
I was running away to die?
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