Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2015 0:48:17 GMT
it's easier to let me go
Mickey didn't have anything to complain about. She had a good life, a roof over her head, a place to sleep at night, and food on the table. How could she be so selfish as to want more? Well she didn't necessarily need more out of life but it certainly would be nice. It was Spring, the start of a new year, and she was left alone in terms of romance. But it didn't bother her to be honest. She was her own woman and she could find other ways to use her time than making goo-goo eyes at some stupid male. Besides it's not like she actually needed somebody to love. It was just a luxury of life if she was being completely honest. A luxury she didn't have nor did. Romance wasn't exactly something she practiced often and she was foreign to it. The tough girl act suited more of her taste. Gave her a sense of power (more than she already did).
She woke up like every morning, dreary eyed and clumsy legs. After a bite or two she got into her sports gear that most women wore. A tank-top and shorts covered her as she walked to the trails and began her morning jog. Nimble legs worked in a steady motion easily, chest falling up and down in a rhythmic motion.
She woke up like every morning, dreary eyed and clumsy legs. After a bite or two she got into her sports gear that most women wore. A tank-top and shorts covered her as she walked to the trails and began her morning jog. Nimble legs worked in a steady motion easily, chest falling up and down in a rhythmic motion.
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