1:38 a.m. 1:47 a.m.

1:38 a.m. 1:47 a.m.

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It's 1:38 a.m. and I can't do it anymore. It's 1:47 a.m. and those thoughts won't stop. It's 1:56 a.m. and I feel the salty tears drip off my face. It's 2:05 a.m. and it stops. It's 2:14 a.m. and I'm too sad. It's 2:23 a.m. and my mind floods with death's face. It's 2:32 a.m. and I want to leave this place. It's 2:41 a.m. and I go to sleep and hope I never wake up. Hope.
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You know when you were younger and they told you that you could be whoever you wished to be? You could grow up and become whatever you set your mind and heart upon? Yep, well I'm here to tell you that's a complete load of bull. So as I stared across at my fiancé, our hands conjoined as he read his vows- it dawned on me. Getting married at age 23 to a self centered lawyer who viewed me as more of his little prodigé than his actually wife was not what I wanted. Becoming a defense attorney at a record age to a company own by said husband that I'll never be taken seriously in was definitely not what I wanted. And making my parents happy by completely shutting down any hopes and dreams I've ever had. was absolutely not what I wanted. "Nope." I shook my head, glancing between the priest and Jake, my soon-to-be, as I yanked my hands out of his. "W-what?" He stuttered, looking back at me mortified along with everyone else in the chapel. "Fuck this." I shook my head, as I lifted my dress and quickly made my way back down the isle that was littered with people I'd never seen before. So, few hours later and I'm on the first flight to Maine. Why? Well, shit happens. *this book is unedited

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