'I pick my feet off of the ground and run like I am never going to stop. I can't stop, not now. My chest is heaving up and down like a balloon that was about to blow, but I couldn't stop. I can't let him go, not yet.'
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'I pick my feet off of the ground and run like I am never going to stop. I can't stop, not now. My chest is heaving up and down like a balloon that was about to blow, but I couldn't stop. I can't let him go, not yet.'
"What the hell?"
I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly h...