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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #1402912
How I felt, when she didn't want me.
A Woman that I long for, I see her beautiful as she is. She see’s me as nothing more than a friend. I picture myself driving in a small black car at over 100MPH, I then pull the e-brake and flip over many times, it feels good rolling and flipping throughout the air. It feels even better because she sees it all happening with her own eyes, she now sees my hidden pain and then as she approaches the vehicle and sees that it’s me, I die before her and all pain is released. This is all in my head and for her sake that’s where it stays, and over time it will dissolve… I hope!!!
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