My Runaway

My Runaway

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As rain is pouring its droplets onto the muddy floor, I am decided, confused but ready to spell my thoughts. I've never ordered my mind or could easily think things through. Thousands of questions popping, such as unstoppable flashes of an old camera, in my mind. Several of them finish unanswered, due to lack of personal or human knowledge. Slowly crawling, finding their way while the deep black unanswered questions hole of my mind widens. Tonight, I packed my stuff. I am leaving, this shitty home, this shitty daily life routine. I'm just sick of it all. And feel ready to explore, to free my heart, buried deep down in its solid hole. One way or another, the unknown attracts me, I'm brave enough to sink in it.
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When I was jumped off the bridge I thought of a moment which made me re-think my decision. But its too late. I was dying. Drowning. Struggling. Then his hand came up to me. He pulled me towards him. I was held up in his arms. He shook me to see if i can open my eyes. But all i can sense is his warmth. Who is he? Why is he saving me? Why is his touch feels so good?

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