a mess you made
really, you can’t escape a mess you made. you can run and run and r u n and never get away. if you let your guard down, if you stop to rest for a even a moment, your problem will drive a blade through your first (and last) deep breath. and you will turn to face it as your life drains away, and see that you are the one holding the knife. and you can't run from yourself.
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