I run and run and run.
Seeking refugee from the monsters in the
forest.
But, my feet are leading me deeper into the
darkness.
Farther away from the light, my saviour.
I scream. I cry. I yell.
For salvation. For peace. For tranquility.
Yet, no one can hear me.
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