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holy ground

So run. Run far, far away. Run from that aching sting that once laid as a delightful moment here. Run from the hopeful remarks I cultivated and left here for you to grow on your own. Run every inch away from the heavy feelings that now attack you every time you drive through these streets. Run from all this, beautiful... though you know I am hurting to see you run, though you may not know where you are running to, I know any place outside of these memories will be better for you.

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