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We are the car crash hearts;
The half-dead trying to live.
We love the best we can but it does us no good.
We are severed… broken…. bloody…
with chunks of ash fault imbedded in our limbs.
We are the ‘survivors’…
The strong of will…
The spirited…
The faint at heart.
We speed down streets because life is to short;
we leap without looking for the thrill of it all,
and we feel every second of every moment ever passed.
Every turn of a corner…
Ever glance of an eye…
Every crush of a failure…
Every breath breathed in, every sorrow breathed out…
We feel it all.
Every twist of the car,
every shard of shattered glass against skin.
Every smash against the pavement as it rolls;
Every second of ‘what if’, ‘maybe it could have been different’…
‘ I’m done for’.
We feel everything.
We are the car crash hearts and we should know better than to try and
love each other