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AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS IN THE MIDDLE OF A HIGHWAY ON A SPRING ROAD WITH FADED LINES AND A MUSTARD COLORED SKY WITH BLACK HAWKS CIRCLING ME UP ABOVE AND THROWING MY FUCKING PHONE ON THE GROUND AND TAKING A LIGHTER AND BURNING ALL MY PICTURES AND JOURNALS AND SCREAMING, SO LOUD, SO LOUD, AND BALLING MY EYES OUT LISTENING TO BANDS THAT USED TO BE THE BEST AND SCREAMING AND SCREAMING AND FALLING TO MY KNEES AND RIPPING MY HAIR OUT AND SHAKING WITH FEAR AND SHAKING FROM THE BREEZE AND SHAKING FROM THE TOSSED MEMORIES AND SHAKING FROM THE SECRETS AND SHAKING FROM THE LEARNING BEING SQUEEZED IN TO ME AND HAVING TROUBLE BREATHING FROM GROWING UP TO FAST AND HOLDING ON TO MYSELF FOR FEAR OF BEING LOVED AND HOLDING MY FACE FOR FEAR OF BEING SEEN AND LOOKING AT THE VALLEYS SURROUNDING ME WITH NOTHING BUT OPENNESS AND SCREAMING STILL AND BURNING THE LAST POLAROID AT THIS POINT AND SHIVERING AND SOBBING AND LEARNING AND LETTING GO AND REGRETTING MY WASTED TIME AND SEEING MY LIFE BEFORE ME AND REALIZING SO FUCKING MUCH AND ABOUT TO REALIZE SO MUCH MORE

And that's my life, thats what it has led up to in my head