![]() I’d like to say you can catch it up again if you run fast enough, but I’m not so sure. The world has a habit of spitting us out and leaving us behind. ![]() My own sadness is thick in my throat as I type a reply. The simple honesty in her words makes my stomach lurch. My world spat me out and kept on turning without me.Īnd here I am, just trying to make a new life. I bled my soul out with the life inside me. I’ve been waiting a long time for someone to ask me that question.Īnd then I lost everything along with him. Her message comes through in segments, one line at a time. ![]() ![]() The predator in me stirs, adrenaline pumping as old memories come flooding back. Her username is simple and stark, and yet it says so much. The green online now circle is illuminated next to black swan’s profile photo. There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it. ![]()
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