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you were my getaway car until I realized I didn't mind getting caught.
until I recognized the excitement,
the thrill of trouble.
and he was my trouble...
a getaway car is bound to stop at some point.
it suffocated me.
the inevitability of it all.
and as I lay on the ground gasping -
fighting for life -
you raised not one finger.
though had that been you,
I would have offered my very lungs.

— The End —