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corrupt

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In one hour, how can I go from devoting my life to stucky fan-fictions and eating my weight in ice cream to fighting for my life and running until I feel like my lungs are going to deflate? I have no idea. When I was admitted to an orphanage, I expected many things. Arguments, fights, back-stabbing bitches. An apocalypse? Not on that list. The 15 year old girl I was yesterday is not the 15 year old girl I am today. And I do not know who I will be tomorrow. All I know is I'll be fighting, and I'll be running. ••• cover credits to the amazing @-TotallyTrue-
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I kept tumbling deeper and deeper into the darkness of insanity. I couldn't give her up not when I had her in my dreams, not when another lifetime meant another chance. In the blink of an eye, I lost her. In the blink of an eye, she was there. Anything is possible, and if not, I'll make it possible myself - regardless of the consequences. I was on the verge of giving up but giving up meant hurting the people who I loved the most, though who's to say they wouldn't do the same to you first? 4 hours, 1 option, 1 goal: escape this city or die trying. © 2018, @fur_el. All rights reserved.

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