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I started breathing heavily, a little too heavily. I was trying to run away. Away from my past, and my future. But the present wasn't too great either because the number one thing I was running away from was you. I love you, and I always will but I can't allow myself to be broken again. Not again. Every love always ends in disaster. My own personal catastrophe. Wait why am I running. I should be staying, waiting for you to consume me little buy little. Isn't that the only way to live life? When you get tired, you give up. No ending is ever happy, they just put that in the movies so you can start to believe it. Then, once you are enjoying life for once, you have everything you could possibly ever want, you are living a dream and they wake you up. Violently, slowly, the better for you to suffer. They let you bleed until you don't have enough to function and you start seeing the end. The red curtain that concealed the dimmed stage behind it; the stage that received a million roses thrown at it and a wonderful cheer of bravas, the stage that told the story of a young girl's life. The puddle of blood receiving a steady flow, rippling like the final curtain call. Whistles and applause. Then fade to black, what a classic way to end the show. A slit to the throat, a broken heart, take your final bow. You can't run from me. You can't run from your past, or your future either because the future and present have collided, enjoy it now while it lasts. Oh wait, you can't enjoy it, you're in pain. Oh the poor thing. Kick it aside to get hit by a truck, drop it into the ocean, or bury it under the rose bushes. Your pick. You know you're lucky kid, at least you got to live, even if only for a day.

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I started breathing heavily, a little too heavily. I was trying to run away. Away from my past, and my future. But the present wasn't too great either because the number one thing I was running away from was you. I love you, and I always will but I can't allow myself to be broken again. Not again. Every love always ends in disaster. My own personal catastrophe. Wait why am I running. I should be staying, waiting for you to consume me little buy little. Isn't that the only way to live life? When you get tired, you give up. No ending is ever happy, they just put that in the movies so you can start to believe it. Then, once you are enjoying life for once, you have everything you could possibly ever want, you are living a dream and they wake you up. Violently, slowly, the better for you to suffer. They let you bleed until you don't have enough to function and you start seeing the end. The red curtain that concealed the dimmed stage behind it; the stage that received a million roses thrown at it and a wonderful cheer of bravas, the stage that told the story of a young girl's life. The puddle of blood receiving a steady flow, rippling like the final curtain call. Whistles and applause. Then fade to black, what a classic way to end the show. A slit to the throat, a broken heart, take your final bow. You can't run from me. You can't run from your past, or your future either because the future and present have collided, enjoy it now while it lasts. Oh wait, you can't enjoy it, you're in pain. Oh the poor thing. Kick it aside to get hit by a truck, drop it into the ocean, or bury it under the rose bushes. Your pick. You know you're lucky kid, at least you got to live, even if only for a day.