We're leaving.
We're leaving this stupid town because you can't be normal.
Pack your things up.
No.
You act like you have a choice here.
You don't.
No.
You don't want to do this to yourself.
I'm doing this for us.
I care about you.
I'm here for you.
Okay.
See, that wasn't difficult at all.
Don't you ever argue with me again.
I always win.
YOU ARE READING
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Poesiaa short story in which a person attempts to survive with its own controlling antagonist. - this is my first time writing a book. i would really appreciate constructive criticism. leave a comment and vote; whatever you want. - lowercase intended -
