All I want to do right now
.is run.
Run till My legs break.
Run till I can't breath anymore.
Till the sun comes up.
And the new day surfaces.
(Because of the sounds I hear on my window,
temperature, and slight fear. I won't go running.)
Tomorrow will be better.
I don't have bad days as much.
Just moments.
Moments of dread, fear, sadness, despair.
Some last longer than others.
I'll be okay.
I just want to be home.
I'll get the hang of things for now.
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When you come home we will be going running every day. Staying in shape and getting away. Oh baby, two birds with one stone.
Oh and I totally love you a lot. More than anyone else! Other than maybe Santa. Cause I think he loves everyone a lot.
P.s. I wrote on my blog. You read?
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