By Wen Xinqi
As I’m running into the woods as fast as I can, Panting for air that my lungs don’t wish to catch on to. I’m too busy running to panic about what exactly I’m running from, So instead, I think about why I’m running as fast as I can into the woods looking for a haven in the distance. As I look back into my past as I realize my family is probably dead, and the people who betrayed me were some of the closest people to me. I get furious at that Revelation.
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