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maybe we’re in the car
just you and me driving you
to a friend’s house to celebrate
halloween and spend the night.
maybe i feel pretty hopeful
for the first time in weeks
noticing the density of the clouds
and how the sun makes the hood
shimmer and maybe you say that
one of the reasons you want a car and
to learn how to drive is to listen to loud
music and maybe i say that is definitely a top
five reason and maybe we listen to sublime,
bob marley, nirvana and pearl jam and maybe
i hold back tears while singing along,
one day the symptoms fade. think i’ll throw
these pills away and if hope could grow
from dirt like me. it can be done and maybe
i don’t want the drive to end and maybe i
want to say more, but i pretend like the lyrics
are enough and maybe i need to tell my parents
i love them when i speak to them and find ways
to make them happy and maybe it’s enough
to write this all down, wrap it in a book
and give it to you when i’m gone.