The Blood is on my Hands, It's Either Do or Die

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For no reason at all.

I stare out my window,
Hearing the bass pump through my headphones, through my mind, through my heart.
Every muscle twinges to the beat, my eyes getting heavy.
Somehow I still feel horrible.
I want to escape.
Hop on my bike and travel the neighbourhood with only the starlight to aid my vision.
Just to be alone,
Feel the wind blowing through my hair, to be free.

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