The Good Girl.

Saw myself on a movie screen
Struggling, ill, dead

The mess that lies ahead of me
Destiny I am fed

In a motel room, alone and fleeing
Is where my novel stops

It’s a message to do and not to think
Can not let the pen drop

Holden Caulfield I will not be
Someone will discover me

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