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The Speck in the Distance
I saw the blur of Seattle behind me
The blur of Italy in the distance
I crashed somewhere in between
Threatening my existence.
Nothing amazing ever comes out of a crash
Nothing amazing was in between
Now I'm burned and broken
And these tears are starting to sting.
I failed miserably on my life's soundtrack
Giving into things that shouldn't make a sound
Piecing random things together
A whisper of my heart's soft pound.
I packed a blue suitcase with nothings
I wore the shoes I could run in
And backed out the front door
I'm not coming back again.
