Breakdown

Kicked in the stomach

But standing straight 

Smile on 

But inside tears escape 

 

Bruno mars and backseat singing 

windows rolled down 

highway swerving 

 

But long blurry nights always end in 

headaches and a crash

I always wish they would just last 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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