23,5 Exquisite

In a way he was tired of living in a mouse wheel. Running and running only to see the starting line hitting him back in the face. It made sense. While you run around in circles you don’t see the reality, the decadence, the darkness, the sadness. All he had to do was stop running, but that was a choice that would open the horizon and he was affraid of horizons.

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