The Noose

I think there’s a flaw in my code- Gasoline, Halsey

The others all are rushing to the altar, quick to pair off and complete their duties to society. I think I am the only one with sense.

Don’t they know how much they are giving up? Their freedom, their hopes and dreams, their future!

They think they are climbing up the steps toward the altar, but they are really climbing toward the noose.

If it makes me flawed to run, then maybe I am the only one with sense.

If I am flawed, at least I still live.

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