I stood, unsure whether to stay or run. They wouldn't accept me. No one ever did. Why should I go to them? Why did they have to offer? I was better off alone. No one to bury me deeper into this hole. No one to have to share it with. Hurt was mine, not theirs. I didn't want to share it with them. I would have to bear the burden. Without them. I turned, ignoring their calls. They were too late to save me. I was too late to save me. I ran, further and further away. I would do this alone. It was my life and I would live it how the others wanted me to. That was my choice. It had a somewhat better outlook than death. Not that I enjoyed it. Absolute torture, 24/7. But that was decided on my own. Take it or leave it. Leave her.
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