If I could get out of my head…

If I could, I’d walk away

I’d walk along the railway

I’d miss my train

On purpose…

I wouldn’t be afraid

Of cold and rain

I’d soak my skin and wear thin

My shoes and clothes.

I’d hunger. On purpose.

I’d look old and mean,

I’d let them spit on me

And I’d forget to breathe

On purpose.

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by Ellie Maloney