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"Stop running! Aren't you tired of running? Because I'm damn sure getting tired of chasing you."

"Then stop. Stop helping me if all I do is hurt you." I say, my voice just above a whisper.

I've put him threw so much. At this point if he wanted to hit me, I'd let him. If he wanted to leave me right here on the street, I wouldn't even try get up. Kill me? I'd gladly let him do that as well. I deserved it. Every bad thing that comes my way.... I deserved it. But I dont deserve him.

"Get up and come on. I'll stop when I'm good and damn ready."

You should take a look at my book, i know you want too. Hehe