Running Away

November 18, 2009
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I inhale a sharp breath and breathe hard.
I must have run a couple yards...
Run from the fate,
I know has come.
All happening Underneath the watchful eye of the sun.
Fear has crept into my veins,
And I fear that I have gone insane.
Running and screaming from the nothing in the air,
Hiding in the darkness and nobody seems to care.

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