I am running away from my life. My world is perfectly sculpted, utterly comfortable and the envy of many. Yet, despite all outward appearances, its frame is threatening to cave. This would be the moment that a Christian would have me Saved, an Alcoholic would have me Sober and my father would have me shot. It is in this moment that I choose to flee.
I am a cliche wrapped in a condom.
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