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Feeling the cool midnight breeze across my face was a refreshing feeling but I knew it wasnt lasting I knew it wouldnt be long before they began looking for me again so I got up from the old worn out park bench that i knew way to well for my comforts i hitched.my backpack overmy shoulders, pulling.my.hair in a ponytail and adjusted my hoodie over.my.head making sure not much of.my face was seeable ....... I began my run It was dark outside but I shole wasnt gonna knock that new found freedom I haven't felt in a while now, all I could think of is finding a safe place to stay just till the morning......my run soon turned into a slow paced walk as I.grew tired and out of.breath my.eyes began to water up but I never dare let it drop....theirs no point in crying over spilt milk theirs nothing you can do to help yourself by crying thats how i was taught at a young age I couldn't help but realize at how my life had made such a drastic turn in events in the past week or two...you know what fuc
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