What I remember most is the ghost I left in the North that day And how you agreed to drive--I almost didn't believe it Not only not my body but not my soul, so what better an anchor? Not my home and not my world--what better an anchor?
I-5 South to 405 driving like nothing, but leaving a smoke trail S.O.S. outbound in denial with no signal return Smiling beside the driver unknowingly burning, unknowingly smoking out
Could you respectfully decline an offer to wipe your feet clean at the door? Outbound there's nothing that changes but the fear inset and instilled It's just a portal Could you respectfully decline an opening to escape with your devils moored? Outbound it's better than ever if you'll accept it's not running away Doorways are just portals
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Let me explain something. Running works like this for runners: