Wading In Deep Water
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The only thing I've ever wanted was (A) my dad back and (B) to get the hell out of my town. Maybe if the accident never happened then things would be different but life kind of fucked me over so there's no chance of going back now. Even Kia wouldn't convince me that I'd be okay, and I love that kid. I guess I'm just tired. My bodies tired. It feels like for the past five years I've been wading in water, but instead of settling to the shallow ocean floor I'm in the deep end. And honestly I don't know how much longer I can last.
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