Nov 26, 2005 20:41
I didn't go home right away. I was too restless. The blood was boiling in my veins and I knew any second my heart could have just melted from my ribcage, too tender and dissolved to retain shape. I wanted so badly to just fly past that stupid familiar exit and fucking give up.
But quitters never win.
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