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Running. The sound of my sneakers hitting the concreate. Pushing myself to my boundaries. Running is my escape, from this world we live in. Except for today cause I'm running from something. Yeah, I know it sounds cliché but it not my fault our government suppresses individuality.
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Run. Hide. Stay Alive. Words I've been living by my whole life. If I don't run, they catch me. If I don't hide, they find me. If I don't stay alive... There isn't much one can do when it feels like the world is against you. Even with family by your side, you're still outnumbered. It's a large-scale game of cat and mouse, it's just a matter of outwitting your opponent. If you can, that is.

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