Home, HOME
The rain was pouring and the cars had nowhere to move.
The heads of the drivers were missing,
My hands were steering,
Everything was pitch black and the blur was piercing through my skin.....
I need this to stop,
The ripping is not yours but my own,
The shattered glass was hurting the last piece that was my own,
My scream was the last thing that came out of my throat,
The same throat that loved your body at nights,
The same fucking tear that keeps rolling down my cheek every fucking second of the day!
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