Running Away- 8

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I shakily opened the door with the key

I threw my bag across my shoulder and nudged the door open

I looked around and took in a shaky breath

The one knife was still missing from the kitchen

The scratch marks on the door frame were there too

The scratches on the glass door were also there

I sit down on the couch knowing I'll fall down if I stand for much longer

I cry my eyes out. Not literally

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