A running mate

A running mate

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Running is supposed to be a sport, right? Why is it every day I have to run? Because I'm a 'weak' and 'cowardly' girl? But can I change that? Freedom was the only thing I craved for years, and now, I am free. Nothing changed. I was still fearful of my old captors. They stole everything I was proud of. They even stole my v-card. Something I was waiting to give to the right person. And here I am tired of running. Yet I still do it. Finally I got a break. And something was off with this 'break' I wonder why?
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I'm done with this bullcrap. I'm done being beaten by the very people that I know are supposed to protect me. So I ran. I felt like no one was chasing me, so I stopped for a quick break. As soon as I sat down, I regretted it; Seeing multiple pairs of red eyes looking at me through the darkness of the night. Crap. *COMPLETED*

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