I slammed the door once more.
As I walked out the door and headed towards the cold empty dirt road.I walked away like always do like what almost seems everyday.I walked alone not knowing where I was going. I walked I walked with tears in my eyes and hate in my heart. I walked I walked not caring where I was just needing to be alone and out THAT door from a place that shouldnt be called home. I walked I walked down that dirt road with the bumps and rocks under my feet til I couldnt anymore. Praying that the next day you wouldnt have the bottel in your hand anymore and that I could actually call home...HOME.
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