Pack my clothes up in a duffel bag, book a trip someplace nice where they speak english. Where I can sail out on a lake on a boat and feel completely safe.
Where I can tip my head back and just feel the wind on my face. Where I can look around at all of the dark trees and say 'how beautiful' softly to myself as I eat prawn cocktail crisps.
Then, in the evening, I can dress up in a white party dress with long blue socks and black vans and dance around the floor like someone who's achieved something, and when a slow song comes on, someone dashing and kind will whip me in to his arms so that we can just be there in each other's arms, no longer alone. And then we'll go out on the lake again the next day, and we'll laugh and play cards, and take sandwiches.
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