it's true they were more like nightmares. more than nightmares. things that could come true. things he might say about me. i woke up screaming in a paper cup. because there is nothing to say. really. because no one can save me from this day. really.
because liz phair was talking about me when she sang those words, fuck and run.
because i put on my new balances, i stretched my quads and i am perched at the starting line and i am ready to go.
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