prologue

"if i stop moving, my mind might kill me."

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a story of a recovering alcoholic who has too many grievances to count and a wanderer whose soul cannot be constrained to just one thing.

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"you don't belong to anyone."

"you're right." her eyes were distant as she looked into his, soul far off in the coldest, darkest corner of the earth. "but now he's found a way to control me."

{previously titled 'the middle of everywhere'}
{UNDER RECONSTRUCTION}

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