Too hard.

The ground felt

too hard.

Running this far was

too hard.

But dealing with it was

too hard.

Going back was

too hard.

Staying here was

too hard.

The wind was whipping around me now.

My brown hair flying everywhere as I ran back home.

Getting into the house and settling down was

too hard.

Killing someone again, was

too easy.

The End

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