What has my night come to?

In my anger it was so easy to walk away. Fight or flight? my feet decided for me. I just needed a moment. A moment to breathe, to find clarity, to lose the sound of her crying. 15 blocks, past an overgrown garden ,and i have only lost myself. I stop for a moment. This bridge… Blue and worn out silver rusted into the ground. I search for a sign and find one in the dirt. Bent over and Gray, the sign says “No place”. Taking a step further, it groans with the feel of my weight. I put my hand across the bars testing it some more, and pieces of gray chip off into my hand.

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