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I'm sprinting. Sprinting for what they are scared of. Sprinting for my only hope to live. Sprinting towards danger. Sprinting away form the mob. Sprinting for the forbidden.
I start climbing the fence. Using all the force I have in weak bones. The oil that is still absorbed in the air clings to my lungs. One of the dogs jumps up and deeply cuts my leg. Keep... Going...
I fall from the top of fence, a sharp pain striking my shoulder. I get up and run anyways. Run towards the north, my mother always told me. Run as fast a you can. Well I am now mother. As fast as I can. For you.
I can feel my pocket watch pounding agains my chest. Hearing the seconds go by. I trip and slowly fall... Tick tock... tick tock...
Seconds go ticking by,
Minutes begin to fly,
Hours turn and turn,
And each day seems to burn.
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Fiksi IlmiahElizabeth survived off one poem and watch her whole life. Until she runs. Runs from the Oil Clock. Seconds go ticking by, Minutes begin to fly, Hours turn and turn, And each day seems to burn.
