today i didn't look over my shoulder. i didn't call adam. i didn't care about what was left of a disastrous attempt at loving and forgiving.
and for this i am re-born. and i stood in the forest and screamed at the top of my lungs from the back seat of the old, broke down Chevy...
and kissed the cold, rough surface with my warm, pink lips.
so
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