He made me feel worthy, but he also made me feel worthless. All the screaming and shoving would awaken my thoughts. Then nights without sleep caused my thoughts to only get even more angry. I loved him in a way that I never knew could happen. He would be with me while he'd be rolling in bed with some one else and I still saw him as the good guy I met. He was like a god. Glory and superior. When in reality he was Satan, slowly using my weaknesses as his weapon. And I just stood there. Feeling useless, when in contrary I was being useful. Maybe not to him. My mind expanded and I saw through all lies. The little white ones and the big bold ones. It was too late though. I've been put in the race, running from the misery and hoping to find relief at the end. How could faded memories be so vivid? Don't look back I told myself, nothing good happened if you do. Don't look back. Do not look back. DO NOT LOOK BACK! And there it was my demons. They were so satin like, so powerful so disgusting. And I repeated the words "run." Something cold grabbed me by the arm, something I never imagined.
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Mystery / ThrillerRun darling. That's the only thing we can do, run. We run from our situations, thinking they'll leave magically, but trust me they're faster than us. They'll unrun you, they will catch up to you. So we run even faster and realize the thing keeping u...
