Don't run.

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never knew such things would happen again. it's all coming back isnt it. those sudden flashbacks and how very much you resembled the man, the same man. wow. things are getting out of hand, i never imagined the worst and i wouldnt want t. but now im at the verge of breaking down once again, tears all welled up in the eyes, and slowly the roll down those cheeks, before hitting hard on the ground. knelt down, felt for smth i can never get-your heart.

you never tell me a thing.

if anybody were t cry, jst let it be me. im so tired baby. whr are you when i needed you.

♥