I grew up in a place where I couldn’t be the person I was.
The person I am.
People would always tell me what I needed to do.
What I had to do.
But I didn’t want to do any of that.
I didn’t want the same life as they.
I didn’t know of anything worse than being like them.
So one day I packed my bags and left.
And I’ve never looked back.
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Categories: flash fiction