My lungs are about to burst, I run even faster.Trying to get away some thing.I have no idea what it is. All I know is that it humongous, horrifying and ugly.
The branches rip at me like claws trying to hold me back so the beast can devour me. I stumble on a stone, falling to the ground with a defeated moan. I Know the beast is standing over me. Its murderous laugh strangles me, depriving my body of oxygen. I look into the beast's eyes and realize the horrifying truth. The beast is my past, my lies, my guilt.
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