i am hoping
that the sadness leaves my body
with every sigh i make
but it only collects and fills up my car
pressing against me
and i find it so hard to breathe
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Epiphany
Poetrye·piph·a·ny {any moment of great or sudden revelation} A boy contemplates his fragile and failing relationship in the backseat of his car, at 4am.
