The Grims
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Don't stop running. I turn through the empty dark alley way, sweat is dripping from every part of my body, I've been running for hours. I feel the sharp pains pinging through my waist, my feet and legs are numb. I look down at my feet, my converse are nearly incapable of holding another hour of this agony. Maybe it would be best if I just give up. I shake my head, knowing that the idea is ludicrous, I will surely be doomed to my death in an inescapable hell. I find myself slamming into another brick wall, I stop for a second gaining my balance, then push myself off the wall and force my feet to move at the pace I was at before. I hear even and steady footsteps in front of me making me freeze me in my place. They found me, I'm dead. No, come on Celeste, you can't give in to them. I rotate back to the way a came from and start sprinting. A man's voice echoed behind me, "Give up already, you will never slip away from our clutches." I don't stop. I can't afford to. ON HOLD AGAIN
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