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Just like that, I ran away. Where am I going? Nowhere. I ran as farthest as I can. I feel so heavy. I want the pain to stop. My chest hurts, I can't see. My stomach is twisting. I lit up my smoke. I sat and cried out my overwhelming feelings. I had nowhere to go. Alone, again.

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