“Beads of sweat litter my face the harder I run. The burning and pulling of the muscles in my legs further induces my adrenaline..or fear. I cannot tell what is pushing me forward still when I am so close to giving up. Heavy breathing expands my tight chest from my fast movement and the bite of the cold surrounding air. Frozen tears plaster my face as I try to keep up with the pace of the sheer terror reigning within me. I cannot stop and if I do…well I can’t say as I am afraid to look at what’s behind chasing me.” by Grim Angel

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