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:: the art of falling ::
Kavan looked a little mad when he told me i shouldn't have run if i was on meds. Well yeah i guess i shouldn't have but it felt good nonetheless. Not the part where i slipped, not after trying for 7 times straight and slipping from sheer lack of breath and grip, not when my hand was grinding the open blisters on my palm on the rails. But at the end i guess it's a step closer to something better. Just maybe not this week. Maybe not today. Didn't know how to face my men either. So i slept the whole fucking day. Huang came back to pack his stuff. Kumar was around to collect a payslip too. Gonna miss the two of them. Uwehhhh i just realized i Well whatever. _ spoken. at 7:21 PM |
"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."
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