Like nails across a chalkboard. While driving, my frustrations turn to road rage. Slow people affronting me like her ignorance, her selfishness. But how can you sever the first and most important tie? How can you lessen the hold, the power, the obligation, the love?
You can't, so you swallow the bitter sauce off your skin and pretend like it's the same comforting taste you miss so much.
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