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First Love

Decisions bullet towards me;

Life happens too fast too handle.


I beg for help—

Any input that isn’t mine.

Though in the end,

I know I will not listen.


I have an insatiable craving

To get the fuck away.


From here.

From her.


The warnings of friends

I refused to heed

Now haunt me.


Searching an easy out,

Again I find myself begging,


Who will save me?


When will I decide to save myself?

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