Elysian

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Hanging up in my room is the world map I bought with the few crumpled up dollar bills I managed to dig out. It's supposed to signify hope and my future. But every time I look at it all I can think is that anywhere I go I'll still be haunted by my memories. Anywhere I go won't be quite far enough away for your hold on me to loosen enough for me to fight for my freedom. Nowhere in the world is safe enough for me to left my guard down.

All I think about when I see the map is how letting someone close enough to hurt me might have killed me.