-Prologue-

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I am always Running.
Always running I am.
Am I always Running?

Yes, it's been a year now. You think he would have caught me.
It started in Toronto, I lived there for 17 years with him. Everything was alright, up to 2 years ago.
It's been nothing but a nightmare since then.
I'm 18 now, I got smart enough to make a run for it.
He's always chasing me, it's an endless game of cat and mouse.

He caught me three cities ago, I don't even want to remember.

I just hold on to the hope that maybe one day he'll finally give up the chase.

But he doesn't have a life anymore, neither do I really.

I have no time to stop. The towns I past through are just a blur to me now.

Buildings are gray, people are faceless.

Sometimes I think I see him.

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