When You Want To Run
The first time I wanted to run I was eight years old. I had a little orange suitcase, and I packed it full of socks. I guess I thought the most tremendous crisis I would face would be… cold feet. I...
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I wish it didn’t matter to me. I wish I could say I don’t care. I want to be liked. When I am not, it hurts. I wonder what I must have done to cause this perceived dislike, and return the favor –...
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