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Live and Let Die.

She drove down this road before. Pedal to the metal, with her rear view mirror pointed to the sky. One hand on the wheel, and the other covering her eyes. Love is blind. She senses all the familiar signs, like: “danger”, “caution”, and “slow”. Still, she continues to red line. There’s just enough light in the horizon to give her a reason to go on.

She jumped off this cliff before. The mountain tops remember her face by now. The wind kisses the back of her neck good-bye. The clouds cushion her steps. And the familiar feelings of “crazy” engulf her body. Then she remembers him. Head over heels, she takes a leap of faith.

She flew off this handle before. Sometimes when you’re so high, the only way to go is down. Tortured by mistakes she made in her past. Feeling worthless. Livid and loathing, and hating who she sees in the mirror. Because the reflection has let her down plenty of times before.

She climbed over this mountain already. Gasping for air, but lungs filled with fire. With a stronger heart, and steadier footing. Looking at the trail of anxiety filled days, and sleepless nights she left behind. Reminding herself to at the very least, not make the same mistake twice thrice. She knew she’d make it . She always did. 

Because she’s an emotional cutter with the healing capabilities of Wolverine. She lusts for  love; a pain that hurts so good. And sometimes, a pain that just hurts. She’s addicted to the thrill, and using parachutes made of glass. Because “everything that kills her, makes her feel so alive”.

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