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On thin ice

LECTURAS 54,594
Votos 2,366
Partes 57
Hora 7h 29m

LECTURAS 54,594
Votos 2,366
Partes 57
Hora 7h 29m

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𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵𝑨 𝑵𝒀𝑰𝑲𝑨
Running away from something you didn't even do is like walking around with an A4 paper sized note saying 'just put me in jail already.' It's guilty, but when it's the only option you have why wouldn't you take it? Disappearing and starting over from a fuck-up like that 𝙖𝙣𝙙 on a perfectly clean slate in conditions better than your last is rare, incredibly rare. Anyone would run straight into that gate, but that hardest pill to swallow is realizing that the door leads straight down the same path you were trying to get away from.


𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑱𝑨𝑯 𝑹𝑯𝑬𝑻𝑻
Everything runs like clockwork and all I have to do is follow the arrow. Nothing I've ever received has come from my own sacrifices or my own bones, things have sat comfortably on my plate in front of me-Friends, job opportunities, scholarships, women. I've never had to pull a muscle to reach for any of it. So maybe this was my karma. Gods version of giving me a real taste of what it's like to be human-what it's like to have everything taken from you from right under your feet without warning. Except when is it enough, what will it take to keep what's important to me when everything else is gone.Todos los derechos reservados

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