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Gone

gone, gone without anything to prove she had ever been there gone without even the slightest trace, without a letter or a goodbye or a see you on the flipside, no. nothing. nothing but the dead air that used to be filled with rants and ideologies no one really listened to anyways. she was just gone, not a soul to say if she went east or south or if she took a train or car or plane or no, nothing. a dead town full of dead breathing people lugging around suitcases stuffed with papers covered in meaningless numbers, meaningless, unless of course, those numbers fed you. a vicious cycle of eating and retreating from the dreams you had when you were young, but not her no, she's gone. ran like hell to escape the lions in their cages and the edges in the faces of people living only to survive, only to carry on their rubbish last time, or to make a dime just so they could drink to all they've accomplished in a more expensive bar than their old friends who are starving on the streets because their boss made some cuts. cutting ties cutting strings cutting corners cutting out the only parts of life that make it worth the 80 years of pushing pushing pushing but no. you won't catch her on the street corners wiping away her mascara and running late to work and no you won't see her desperately clawing for a life that doesn't exist in the age that we live in. she walked or ran or swam or bit the bullet, who's to really say but in any case she's long gone and no one tried to find her. running away killed the same cat that didn't die from curiosity cause what they leave out in that saying is cats have nine lives and so did she. did. does. to reiterate, who's to say. someone said no, someone took a stand and said fuck you to society fuck you to a home that felt more like a jail cell and fuck you to a town where things go in circles rather than forward. no handshakes exchanged or tears shed to mark her leaving, no, nothing. she disappeared and became the same kind of ghost you read about in poetry because you will never stop trying to live when you realize everyone else is already dead.
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