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Shadows of guilt surround you 
The shrill of lighting on your doorstep 
There was once light 
A flicker of flame 
Photographs in the picture frames 
Gripping tight on the steering wheel 
You go east 
Away from a home of hate 
Hated bounded by love 

No tears become of you 
Exhaustion has wasted them away 
And in plain view you can see 
You’re leaving 
Twenty minuets go by 
Your flying 
As memories form a trail from your tailpipe 

Soon a pain attacks your chest 
A loathed friend named doubt 
You turn on the radio 
Drowning out the fein 
And time reveals thirty minuets gone by 

Sitting on a couch 
You would be now 
Bored of talk shows 
Wasted time 
A mother who scolds you 
For dirty clothes on the floor 
A father who is never around anymore 
Brothers who long since forgotten 
They had a sister 
They had a family 
A yard filled with beautiful willow trees 
A creek of tadpoles 

As a child you smiled 
As an adolescent you mocked 
As an adult you ran away 
You drove away 

The highway is now dark 
Streetlights guide you 
City limits not far away 
Life not far away 
Your eyes become heavy 
Body tired 

Pulling to the side of the road you stop 
Rest and wake the next morning 
And to your surprise you find in view 
Your home 
Two stories pale and cracked 
A windy road of six hours 
Only to take you back 

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