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  • The Unspoken Words
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    Run. My heart hammers in my chest. My legs burn. My lungs ache. I can still feel the ghost of his hands. I can still feel his breath on my neck. Can still see his eyes. Those eyes. Cold and grey and unyielding. Run. The farther I go , the closer he gets , but I don't stop because I know if I stop running - ::::::...