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Flight…

Pressure mounted up. Insecurities started eating at me. Anger flooded my heart and mind. So I did the only thing I could do. I took control. I couldn’t bear to wait around while my happiness and the condition of my heart is decided by another. I saw the knife coming towards me and rather than waiting to be stabbed, I grabbed it and plunged it inside my own heart. I decided. Flight.