Runaway

I’m scared. I’m running. The wind passes through my hair. I can’t see anything but all I think of is her.

She’s my haven. The place where I feel safe. Let me be with her. Let me runaway. Please.

My life would be complete with her. Her arms wrapped around me. Her love surrounding me.

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Author: awkwardfanaa

Loves to get lost in music and books. Always trying to decipher the true meaning of Life. Likes watching movies. Eats tons of sweets but favors chocolate covered macadamia nuts.

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