Ohio
I used to stay inside.
Then I burned my finger on the stove.
No one lives there anymore.
Except me and I forgot the bandages.
So I went to the store and never went back home.
Anxiety-
Keeps me running, and hurting.
Traveling long distances.
Running, and never as fast as a car.
Although it is much more painful.
I could get hit by a car.
I try not to think about that.
I could run into a pothole and fly.
Everyone dreams of fly, fly, flying.
I still have 126 miles to the store.
I chose a store all the way in Ohio.
What do I know?
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