If there’s a will, there’s a way.

I need to will myself out of here. There’s an ache inside of me; it immobilizes me. I want to just crawl into bed and feel safe and warm. Maybe I can pretend that the truth isn’t waiting out there for me. Maybe I can fool myself into believing that you still love me. You’ve made me feel small but I need to rise up and be bigger than all this. I will not allow you to keep pushing me back down.

Run, run, run.

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