In Restless Dreams
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Ready to Go
I was in my car, ready to fucking go. I have everything in the trunk. I have all the supplies I need.
But I can’t go. I can’t leave. Not yet.
I can’t let go yet. What if he’s still.
I’m so weak.
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