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Not all of us leave
Escape is dreamy and romantic
Some of us take test flights
Attempts towards the Sun
Crashland in the Sea
We haunt our old back roads
Dictate the pain to the shadows
Headlights illuminate our faces
As we round the blind turn home
I still think about the boy who escaped
Every time I drive past his house
I ache when I near the backyard
Of a night of ended friendship
I follow the yellow lines
To my current apartment
About a half a mile away from the apartment where I slept behind the couch in middle school
There still aren't enough stop lights
To keep me safe here
But I know every route in and out of town
I've planned my own heist
Maybe one day someone will pull it off