Don't run.

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she scrutinized the crowd for that familiar face, and when she unknowingly saw him, he turned away, unaware of how she snapped, jst like that, into two. im not a you-addict, neither would i become one. stories told of the amazing things two can do, tinge of, i-dont-even-knw-wht.

she opened the windows t get some fresh air, only t inhale stale smell of an unwanted heart, untouched and alone. tearing, she wired herself into those addictions, finding satisfaction and happiness you would never have given. let alone try. once twice thrice, you made smiling such a pain, such a disgrace. you made cryings and torment a nature. today, she plunged into a deep hole she could never imagine getting out of. the silence around was deafening, she screamed for help over and over again. but there was no reply.

turning arnd, she bled herself t death.

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