*FOLLOW FOR PRIVATE PARTS. VOTE & COMMENT!*
Here I was. Running from my past as it haunt me every night. The more I ran the faster it got to me. The things I did to cure the feeling my past gave me only made my addiction worse. I wanted to be free and forgiving but my past stayed with me throughout the years. I lay there breathing heavily as I fed my past when at the moment it made me feel good but it only got worse. Now I wanted to cure the heated feelings and take a turn at life without feeling unsafe. After all my past has done enough. I went from room to room, house to house, eye to eye and still... I was eager for more. I couldn't walk the streets without the aching feeling tempting me. I thought in my mind "this has became an addiction" or at least that's what it felt like. I can't hold on to this any longer, its time for a change.
