There’s a reckless energy in my chest, somewhere in the fog there’s something trying to tell me not to listen to it but I can feel it’s frustration, it needs an outlet.
You close your eyes and hope it doesn’t cause harm…..it might. The guilt though, somehow just makes it a one a way trip, a pedal to the floor kinda thing, now only the distance matters for the crash is a sure thing.
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