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Dylan 17

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  I park my truck the best I can in one of the open parking spots. There is no way I am driving home currently. I can't even see my hands on the steering wheel. I sob as tears streak down my face. Hailey's beautiful broken eyes are burned in my mind. 

  Rage at my own idiocy bubbles to the surface and I yell. I punch my steering wheel repeatedly causing the horn to go off several times. I bang my head against the unyielding wheel while cuss words scream from my mouth. The sounds of her heart breaking are replaying over and over in my ears. Repulsion with myself consumes my heart. 

  How could I do that to her? Why did I keep them? This morning her joking jab had stung my heart and I had really considered deleting all the disgusting images off my phone. But I didn't. Once again I was weak and decided I needed them. I had even smiled at Trish after dropping Hailey off at first period, because of the shot she had sent me. 

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