'Running. Running. Running.' It's all I do. It's all I think about. I can't get away from this life style. Sometimes I dream about having a child, watching her grow up, make mistakes, have friends, get her heart broken, living life like a real person. Around two or three o'clock in the morning, when she's having nightmares she can run into mommy's and daddy's room and not be scared anymore. Not be afriad to speak out when somethings wrong. No more secrets. No more lies. No more hidding. And no more running.
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