when i ask myself why

imΒ writing to run away from him
laying words down like railroad tracks
for the train of my consciousness to race away

im reading to escape him
to a world where he doesn’t exist
where i can be anybody but myself

this is my truth
drinking words like water
consuming paragraphs like bread

these are the things that keep me breathing

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