Escape

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Day 1, March 8th, 2009
I ran for what seemed like days, I just wanted to put as much space between me and them. I found this journal in an abandoned cabin I'm taking shelter in. I hope they never find me, I hope I melt away my agony in this forrest and die alone, it's better than dying with them. It's hard to get food but I manage, I use the survival lessons my dad taught me before he shot himself and became cold and hard-hearted... sometimes I wish he died when that bullet sank into his flesh.

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