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I had run to boarding school to escape myself. But I couldn't escape who I was or what I'd done, no matter how fast or far I ran. The crows were just a reminder of that. They wanted back in.My past wasn't done with me.Not yet.
I’m proud of them, in a way. My little gold stars for surviving. For thriving. They aren’t just mistakes.
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