I'm screaming this:
dont let me drag you down. I'm waist deep in the mucky shit on the side of the road, but don't you dare even look back. run. run exactly the same way you were going and don't ever think about me. you can still make it. I'll crawl out sticking, stinking, dripping with filth, and you better not touch me. someone up ahead can help you, and the two of you will make it to where you and I should have gone. more than I want to be there with you, I now want you to be there with anyone who can show you what I should have. forget me. remembering will only hinder you getting there.
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this was good. you really need to read the book i am reading right now though. i swear it is practically word for word, what you just said.
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