Running from you
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Last published Thu, Jun 16, 2011
Running. That's what I do best. I run, run from everything. Anything that I can't handle. My parents don't abuse me but I can't stand them. I am a constant disappointment in their eyes. Also I have a crazy stalker. He is a former teacher of mine. I have to run get away from all of them. Thats it I am gone but will he follow?Will I get into something worse. Anything can happen now......
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