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I was running, running through nothing but black. I couldn't see anything but I knew if I stopped running something bad would happen, so I kept on running even when my legs began to burn like they were being roasted in a hot burning fire. Something scratched at my arms and legs as I made a turn, I could feel my blood start to flow down my arms and legs and drop on to the ground.

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