I run.

One night, in the blinding darkness of a seemingly infinite road, I marched in sync, and beckoned to myself:

Get up and run, Chaz.

Talking to yourself gets you through it.

It’s time to run. It’s time to run.

They’re coming:

The particular woman who seduce your pride and tarnish it.

The particular men who seek deviously into your generosity.

Think of their lack of mercy.

It’s time to run. It’s time to trim the fat off these agendas.

Pick a direction, and run!

 

So I chose my direction. I ran towards them!

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