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With her ipod in hand and 400 bucks in her pocket, she reached for the keys to her white jeep. While she thought her dad was asleep, his voice did not surprise her.
“Where you leaving to so late?” his voice was more sad and almost defeated rather than authoritative.
“I just need to think some things out-not sure where I’m going,” she slowly headed for the door.
“Hey- don’t be afraid to come home,” his eyes displayed his heavy heart.
After pausing, she gently nodded her head once, and then left.

The roads were wet from the rain. Playing the same songs over and over again she just drove in a genenral northern direction. This was not another time for a breakdown in tears. She was past all of that- she no longer had any feeling left to show. A human being whose heart was so hurt, and soul so lost that all she knew to do was shut down. Just stop. She breathed but did not feel alive. So apathetic- this was the only way she knew to survive.

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