I'm better off without you and your condescending appreciation.
Too many hours behind the wheel only mirror the amount of time my mind raced to stay by your side.
You should have listened when I said that I did not want to know.
The quickest words to crawl up and blossom do not even begin to paint your portrait.
My lungs feel clean in this absence.
At least.. I know who I am.
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