My feet hit the pavement and I feel the wind rush behind me to run me over. My heart thrums inside my chest and my breathing rushes in and out of my lungs.
The winter nipping at my skin as I run faster and faster past people on the side walk.
My breath hitching and declining as I take every stepped onto the brick. So what am I going to do tonight?
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Deep Regression
RomanceDepression has become the Ultimate death sentence since 2007. Many have jumped off buildings, and slit their wrists. Finally the government has decided to take action, putting the ill away. Its 2015, and so much has changed. Bill of rights intact...
