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hands gripping the icy cold steering wheel

so hard my palms are numb

passing the bus stop, the street we used to take to get to your house

my chest gets tight

my breath shallow

a white, painful hurt in my heart

a harsh stab of pleasure between my legs

I ******* miss you

the way you made me feel - so naive

never understanding you

trying endlessly to please you

driving I'm driving

thinking of your face and your eyes

your sharp, rough fingernails digging into my waist

wincing with pain

long, stumbling walks in the dark

the knives in your pockets

the summer

the time you lost your mind

I ******* want it back, I'd take you back

Please just please tell me you remember

the light changes and I accelerate

leave the familiar street behind, leave you behind

A beautiful, terrible memory.

smaller smaller smaller

goodbye

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lillian
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Apr 21, 2013
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