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Run while you can
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Ongoing, First published Apr 15, 2016
I have been running for years. Hiding for years. My fate was sealed for me three years ago and it will never go away. I can no longer run. I can no longer hide. The beast has risen and I'm no longer safe.
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" If you keep running, Im going to fuck you so long that you can't even walk anymore understood?" I kept running. I'm so close to getting home. Getting back to Spain. I heard heavy, fast steeps behind me. He is running after me. I became faster. As much faster as my legs could go.