He wants to leave, to desert it all. The hurt. The disappointment. It’s all too much to handle. He wants it all to end. The nights are endless. He won’t be happy until the present is in his past, until the hard times are in the rear view. He wants so bad to run, to run away. But he doesn’t. He presses on, he presses on. He was so weak until he fell on his knees. With renewed strength, he presses on. 

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