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Can't Run From Who You Are

Can't Run From Who You Are

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jun 12, 2016
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Fantasy
I quickly realized what I was doing. when she turned and looked at me. I snapped my head back to the cold lifeless water fountain. I quickly took another sip and started back to the classroom. After entering the classroom, my skin started to burn and I mean burn. Fire was standing in the middle of room and I could feel her eyes on me. The closer I got to her the hotter I felt. I dont know what's happening to me. After I passed her and sat at my desk. the burning feeling had went away but I was still hot. I started to squirm. The hotter I got the more restless I became. I felt something move inside. Like it was trying to get out.
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