Amanda
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I ran for my life Even though I knew I could not survive It was me or him I chose to die The air was cold and damp They where looking for me Searching every street House from house Three form three They will find me I sat in a corner shaking from fear I had to save him It was not all about me I had two people to care about him and the baby....
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I glared at him; every cell in my body was on fire with hate. Everything that he represented - a manipulated, cold, emotionless world - I wanted to end. Yet I couldn't because he was the only one that could get me what I had wanted for the past two years of my life. He was the only one that was cold enough to get the job done. What did that say about me?

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