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My Destination to Nowhere

But I was going somewhere... (Pt. 1)

By Krystal MelinaPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Tears running down my face. Hands imprinted on the steering wheel. Right foot pressing the accelerator. I began to drive to my destination of nowhere, but it was leading me somewhere. I was driving to hide. No one could see me with watery eyes. I mean no one could see me. I do not want anyone to feel pity for me.

All my secrets. Every emotion. My pain. The sorrow I felt. That betrayal I've cried about created the brokenness that I hid for so long. I knew I had to confront it. I had to deal with it. Yet, I did not want to confront my reality. I know I have to, but a piece of my heart had been taken. What was kept in secret was now surfaced. And, now, my car is suffering the trauma of me driving like a crazy lunatic to my destination of somewhere, yet nowhere!

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Krystal Melina

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With all sincerity,

Krystal Melina

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