September 5, 2009
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I run, run down the stairs.
My breathe a gasp and my heart beat racing away, I cant think, the words that you put upon the subject of the matter caused an iflicting pain. A pain so sharp and jagged I wish to die. I run and run, the stairs just seem to be getting longer and longer by the endless minutes, minutes that used to come and then go. Finally I come to a hault... the stairs are gone and I am heading for the back door to the place I once called home

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