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Desert and crows that changed me
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Ongoing, First published Sep 28, 2022
I kept wondering myself what do they want and if it's going to be alright or is it going to be where I'll end up while I didn't choose to be there. They became much more around  and all my head was telling me to do was to run and escape the view because it believed it was not for the best to stare much, because all what these creatures will understand and see and sense is my fear towards them which will give them the motive to attack me and prey on me, which in fact what happened, they formed nothing more than scars all around my face and my body which I believed I no longer had the ability to stand and fight them back nor do I have the voice to shout and scream and push them away, I didn't capture them as creatures attacking me, all I depicted that they were the people I gave them the chance to cause me harm and hurt and leave for me no other chance but to give up and let go... but the question is did it last for long, or was there another forge to drift and run through?

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I don't exactly remember when the fear stopped feeling like a constant weight pressing down on me or when the adrenaline stopped making my heart race with the raw desperate feeling of being truly excited. But I do know, it's always there, just beneath the surface, a threat waiting to boil over at the slightest sign of danger. I'm always in danger. Sierra's the name I go by now. I've been on the run for almost a year, though I somehow lost track of the person I used to be along the way. Sometimes when I look at myself in the mirror, I'm looked back at by a complete stranger, someone different. Someone marked. The scar on my cheek is a constant reminder of the escapes, of the days I barely survived. It wasn't until Luca showed up, that everything I thought I knew and believed came into question. His presence, his words, his profession. They felt like a trap, like he's not here to help, but to twist my mind, to pull me back into a system I've spent so long and fought so hard to escape from. I wonder if it's too late to escape, If I've unknowingly played my hand into a game I cannot win.