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[one_wayromance]

Ripping. Running. Constant movement.
It's only then that she doesn't have time to think about what pains her.
What ails her.
What makes her heart hurt and her knees tremble.
She's always been terrified of commitment anyway.
But what makes this situation any different?
It isn't.
It's always the same.
They always will be the same.
Everything is ever changing.
Ever growing.
But she.
She wonders if this is it.
Is this what her life is going to be like?
For now and eternity.
Until death.
Mediocrity.
She suffers.