Honey, run.


No. You don't want that one who leaves you with this much of productivity guilt
That one who sees your work like mere objects for sale
The one who leaves you in chaos
The one who thinks ur mental mess could be sold in profit
Who thinks all your emotions are earnable
Who sees a tag on you,
Honey, run. No time is quicker than your goals
You are right there, only if you start moving.
Did the person hit you hard and call it love?
Darling if it hurts you, it's not love.
You know it. Love can't harm.
I am sorry for this one time, I am pushing you into being an escapist,
This one time I am asking you to leave
This is the time my brave heart. It's high time you elope with a heart full of dreams
With a soul that can contain it all.

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