Falling

When I was a boy I had a dream. I dreamt of escape. I dreamt of getting away from where I was. Of leaving behind my friends, my family... myself.

I wanted to break away so badly, to get to the city, live there, be part of a greater story, not just a sideline.

I was so determined to get away that I didn't question what I was leaving behind. I didn't care who got in my way.

Not even those who cared about me.

Not even my friends.

But I had to get away.

I had to.

I failed.



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