2005-04-28 / 8:52 p.m.
its easier to run rather than to confront

Imagining that everything(my past, the remarks, my mistakes) was being pushed farther behind me, I ran and I ran, creating as much distance as I could before the legs beneath me collapsed. I gasped for air as I layed on my scraped knees, looking around at an empty road. And all was gone.

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