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Sometimes I have to ask myself hard questions. 
I almost never have an answer. 
I delve into the depths of my mind looking for clues, and always resurface with memories. 
Memories I'd rather forget. 

I don’t think I can take much more of this. 

I’ve been awaiting this dreadful moment all my life and now, 

Here it is. 

A car pulls up and a woman gets out.

The car pulls away leaving her stranded. 

The bed creaks as I slowly rise, nobody here though I’m not surprised.

My hair knotted and straw-like, crackling as I pull it back. 

My mind has been gone for days, weeks, months,

“You can tell me,” I whisper to the wind.

“It’s worthless now,” I almost hear, whistled through the trees. 

I can’t, I won’t 

I’m done, and I feel too alone to accept it. 

I miss the summer heat, and the love I once received, 

Before I turned

Seventeen. 

Sometimes I wish I could forget about last week, last month, last year, my past,

the green leaves will flutter on the trees,
your car will leave the big hot parking lot,
once and for all. 
will I leave with someone else, 
or by myself,
because maybe I just need to digest what happened