running (sadly)

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okay so i don't have a drawing to show. but i can try to make up for it with a short story so to speak.

i'm running and running. my lungs burn in the cold midnight air, along with my legs. i feel like i'v been running for hours. i look behind,in frount, and side to side. nothing? ma-mabey i made it. i stop,sigh then sit down taking some much needed rest. i then let my eyes close and hope i wake up in the morning. not that i have anything to wake up to.

(the next morning)

i'm woken up to a light nug to my right shoulder. i open my eyes to be met with bright green eyes staring back at me. thats when i knew. i had fucked up.

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