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Uncalled For Ride

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"I...I don't know. All I know is I don't want this. I don't want to be on this journey." I close my eyes and let tears cast down on my cheeks.
My shoulders are shaking.
My stomach is knots.

I can't believe this is happening.
How...why is it to me?
What did I do wrong?

"Hey, it will be okay," I look up and glare at Kian or whoever his name was again.

"How?" I narrow my eyes at him.
"How will be okay?" He purses his lips making me glare at him even more.
But no matter what, I can't pretend like I'm not breaking inside. The news hurts. I don't think I have ever hurt in my whole life.

My mother's abandonment, I thought it hurt me beyond repair and scared me.
But that was before I got to this point in life.

I lower my head again, as I am overwhelmed again by my pitiful situation.

God, I don't want to be on this ride.








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