She frequently dreams of running these days. Plots her escape. Even tells the world of such plans, which typically go unnoticed. She's not a bad person, you understand. Just tired. Somewhere along the way, she lost herself. She was so different, so happy long ago. So much was effortless then. But now, with so much energy wasted on the smallest of things--she's often left empty.
She thought for sure that she had a solution, a course of action that would satisfy her. But things have changed once again and now she wonders if she can follow.
Would things be different if she stayed all those years ago? Or if she had left when she still had courage? And what will become of her in a few more years--and will there be enough left of her to care?
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