i ran. and i ran. and still, when it became too much, i ran. i wanted to feel the frigid sting of the air ripping at my lungs, reminding me that i still felt pain beyond you. i wanted the steady monotone of my footsteps to drive me insane until they drowned your voice from my memory. i wanted to sprint until my legs ached, until my body screamed for rest so loudly that i would sink into a sleep so deep that finally,
i wouldn't dream of you.
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(everything) you left.
Short Storya slow descent into insanity. i'm going to be honest. i don't entirely know what this is. but if you're up for short "chapters," questionable metaphors and yet another round of personifying mental illnesses into the people who triggered them, come o...
