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Jan 2018
Been driving for hours,
My hands off the wheel,
Staring at the meteor showers,
The time ticks slowly as I reveal how I feel.

Then I see the night has arrived,
So I’ll grab my map and turn on the lights,
The road begins it’s journey as it suddenly contrived,
Into fear and it just so happens that it might,
Watch me slowly be deprived.

The car slows down at the cliff,
And I’ll look out over the edge,
I see my porcelain body, stiff,
I realize that it had jumped itself off of the ledge.

The car then begins to drive towards the trees,
I find myself in the backseat,
Begging for forgiveness, please,
I know that I alone cannot defeat,
The devil sitting in the front seat.

Aiming for the hole in the ground,
The car begins to swerve,
In the backseat I notice that I am bound,
The ropes are hitting a nerve.

I’m sad because I know at last,
My time has come fade away,
All my time has become a past,
I knew all my edges had fray.

So driving once again,
I drove off of the cliff,
Knowing that I had just committed a sin.
Skyler M
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Skyler M  22/M/Idaho
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