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Kombucha, Pasta Salad, & Swear Words

Pulled off to the side of the road
You're yelling off everything you know
You step out the car, I watch you go
you pick up a bottle of kombucha to throw

Toss out the pasta salad too
While I’m crying, eating is the last thing I want to do.
Found a haunted corn maze for us to stumble through.
But there wasn’t enough drama for you.

I never thought somebody could call me such names
Or bring up my past as me the one to blame
Whatever insults are close become ammo for the aim.
I don’t even love you. And your actions spell the same.
Written by shad00n
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Author's Note
Didn’t really put much thought into this one tbh just slapped it on the page. This is based on an old experience..

Once I drove my plus one for a halloween group date. The whole way he told me how I was a terrible driver. I sighed. He noticed. We had to pull over so he could drive. Then when I wasn’t hungry anymore he pulled the car over and we had the biggest pettiest argument ever.

We missed the date.

And we broke up.

Phew.
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