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December 6, 2011
Haven’t you seen enough, to want to pack up all your shit and get as far away from here as possible? You remind me of her, years ago, smoking out my bedroom window, begging me to run away with her to a place where no one knew our names. We could make a life, you know, a simple one, but better than this lie.

The offer was always tempting. And yet my love, loyalty and empathy kept me there, prisoner to “home”, bound to mother and K, whose hearts, to this day, I could never so easily and cruelly break.