you can't run

by Rachel Lynch in


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Storm the night. I wish you could sleep your ugly dreams away. I think you could have an extraordinary life if you cared about people the way you cared about wealth. The smell of success has drained all your other senses. I wouldn't call you an artist anymore. You could speak a thousand words, and no one would understand you. You have left a life with the ones you love for a life you think you love. And when I asked you how you'd been, I meant I missed you more than I missed anything before.

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