R Stands for Running
- LECTURAS 10
- Votos 1
- Partes 1
I shouldn't tell you who I am.
What I am.
All you'll do is run.
That's what they all do.
Did.
I did something bad.
And people die because of it.
It happens every time.
The people I love, care about.
The friends I make, the people who go out of their way to protect me.
Look where that's got 'em.
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