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  • Running From Myself

    The streets were barren as I ran, cold, fearful, and oblivious to my surroundings. My thoughts were frantic, livid, racing as I did. Every fiber of my being seemed to ...

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  • In Darkness

    He ran across the dirty back streets of his hometown, streets filled with dark alleyways and dimly lit street lights. He ran from another figure chasing him, one who wore ...

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  • Through These Eyes Chapter I

    Chapter I: Broken Dream I woke from a dark sleep, a nightmare of reality, fear and disgrace. Voices swirled around me as I rose, my face showing my fear as ...

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