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Walking turned into running. Breathing turned into wheezing. I gasped for air as I fled from my pain. The nightmares, the dread, the guilt, everything. As I run, my peripheral vision starts to darken and collapse in on me. It’s getting harder and harder to see. I close my eyes and keep running, not looking where i’m going and not looking back. I stop and listen. Am I still being followed? I hear nothing but owls and crickets. Am I finally safe? A rustle startles me, and I start sprinting in the opposite direction of the noise. The crunching of leaves trails behind me, gaining on me, getting closer by every second. I smell something pungent, disgusting, foul. Oh, it’s me.
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I had fun writing this one haha.