The Walk Away
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I never gave up.
Not in math. Not in Science. Not in Essays. Not on family. Not on friends.
Not on relationships. Once you made it in my lists of people I love, or things I wanted to accomplish - you could count on it- I would never give up. Even if we were fighting, if I was dying, If I didn't understand the damn subject - even if you were mentally killing me I would never get the message I would keep going.
Until it happened.
Then I learned.
I learned The Walk Away.
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