FRAMED
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i'll be dead any minute.
i see the police gaining on me and my heart pounds against my chest faster than the speed of light.
i scream launches out of my throat as i hear the guns go off.
i will die, i will die.
i almost trip over a root.
i chide myself, stupid. i put my eyes up from the ground and look ahead of me and see myself looking at a forest. hopefully i can lose them in there.
will i ever escape?
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