Freeway Night Driving

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Music / Original Poetry / Relationships

On the drive home
I thought about letting go
and how it feels when you don’t want to.
I don’t know what it was.
The freeway,
lights,
music.
But I just broke.
Maybe I just knew
it was really happening.

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