An bloody escape.

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I ran.

And ran.

And ran.
I knew he was behind me, just not with how much distance.
Did I lose him? I didn't care.
I haven't had the courage to look.
So I ran for hours.
Till my body gave up in the middle of the woods.

I colabsed.

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