you told me, with harps playing behind your words that I would be the death of you. I laughed, but you looked serious as you lit up another -stick of heaven-, and I felt helpless enough to touch you, but you swerved off into a oblivion and caused a 5 car pile-up. that's how I knew you would be my ticket out.
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I swore we couldn't go any faster, you saw the speedometer in my eyes and hit the floor hard. my eyes were already dry from the cigarette smoke you blew in them. I screamed, and you squeezed my hand harder. my body glazed over in the color of death, "...should we jump in the other lane and end this misery?" , I said. and then, you ....merged
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it wasn't until I saw you laying on the stretcher with gasoline tears burning from my eyes, that I didn't care whether you lived or died. you were just another somebody that clung to a nobody, and didn't want to let go. I was constructed for you and you were molded for me.
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