I want to drive so fast my breathe is sucked from my lips
My racing thoughts can no longer keep the pace
I want to get lost on the backroads
past humanity and habitation
I want to pretend to see nothing familiar
A place where no one knows enough about me to care
I want the music so loud that all I can feel are the tears dripping onto my chest
and the damp salty cheeks drying instantly
I want to stumble upon a sanctuary
were my name is not implied
and I have no goals
Like a wounded animal
I want to find somewhere to die

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