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23 March 2005

The Art of Moving On

"Don't look back...move on."
That's what my friends said when I broke up with my selfish ex who found out I was sleeping with someone else. My parents too, when I didn't get the scholarship. Only they didn't know that I was high on crack the night before the test.

I never listen, though. But now I know it's time for me to try.

I turn the wheel left…
To my parents house, pronto.

SCREEECH…

The man with the motorcycle fell, unconscious…
There's blood all over his face.
I'm to blame.

Stepping on the gas,
I'm moving on.

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