If I kept driving,
Into the dark, starry horizon
how would I be?
To never lay eyes upon this place again
This cold house,
My dying dog,
My misshapen form,
The girl I once knew
Who exists with me in this cold house
She seems to care not who she offends
Hurts, jibes, pain
Is all she causes now
Hearts break like glass
Shards slice
Blood Spills
And I keep driving
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