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11/19/2002 entry: "Untitled"

Got a map on the wall
Full of the sharpest darts
Pointing out places
I've never seen or ever will.

Though every day,
I say I will.

The orange strips in Vegas, pink fields of the midwest.
Blue southern comfort running down the Mississippi
Green skylines of the cities diminish
Yellow western hills and the bays and the bridges.

But, I never will.

When I close my eyes
I am running like a wild one.
Afraid of what I've left behind,
But of what lies ahead, I am terrified.

You inspire me to leave this place,
But organs inspire me to stay.
Throwing darts at the wall, such a waste.
Cause this is it, game over
Let's run away together... ..

Possibly still a work in progress. I like most of it thought. So copyright: Rachel Hoover - 2002, bitch.