THE RUNNER

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RUN, one voice repeating the same word, a voice I have long since forgotten. I ran, ran right through time itself. I'm know as" the runner" history books tell of me, legends act like they know me, yet they know little. I rarely eat, I don't shift much eather and I can go days with out water. I'm searching for a voice that has only lived in my head for as long as I can remember, I don't know when I started running, but I have not stoped. The lands I run though I know nothing about, my kind leave me alone, many kinds leave me alone, they let me right though there territory and don't bat an eyelash because they know they would be dead if they opposed me. I am The Runner, and I'm on a mission. 

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