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I Wanted PainYou screamed at me to pull over.You wanted me to stop. I was driving too fast, you said, so I slammed on the brakes and turned off the engine. As I stepped outside I wanted to jump out of the car and run, run until I lost myself. And yet I wanted to fall. I wanted to fall to the ground. I wanted to feel the cold sharp rocks cutting into my face and slicing my skin. I wanted pain to feel good again. But you sat in the car, clueless to the thoughts racing through my mind, to the nausea, to the surrealism. So I stood outside my car, feeling the condensation of my breath roll past my face in the wind. It was a constant, nagging reminder that I still had to breathe.
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