I Really Can't Think About Kissing When

Flight Is Essential, But I Can't Let My Fear Show.

I Swing My Arms To Loosen Myself Up. Place My Fists On My Hips. Then Drop Them To My Sides. Saliva's Filling My Mouth At A Ridiculous Rate And I Feel Vomit At The Back Of My Throat. I Swallow Hard And Open My Lips So I Can Get The Stupid Line Out And Go Hide In The Woods And-that's When I Start Crying.

Instead, I Watch Myself Get Shot On Television.

This Is No Place For A Girl On Fire.

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