the road
starts to wind,
cant see far anymore,
just whats here in front of me,
i want to look
back but dont,
too dark to see back,
but also getting too dark to see forwards,
but i keep drving forward
to see a sign there
'Road Closed'
do i stop?
no i keep going,
to a fall of three hundred feet,
into the deep blue water,
im sinking,
cant move,
and cant breathe,
everything is going faint,
im motionless,
thinking,
the last thing i
see is your face,
the last thing i remember you saying,
'i dont love you.'
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