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Feb 2023
can't stop, won't stop
pressing the gas pedal into the floor
with part of me wishing that a pin
would pop one of my tires or a rock
in the road could send the car flying

sometimes the evil thought of crashing
is my only brief relief. my only comfort.

the crash could **** me
the crash will **** you

but the breaks are no longer an option.

02.22.23
i can't live with knowing this car has stopped
because i dared to touch the breaks
because i was too cowardly to hold the gas

i would take any other way to stop than that.
i would give my life for an opportunity to ******* crash.
efni
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