I look over my shoulder and see only the woods I've passed. I hide behind a tree as I gasp for air, and before the air reaches my lungs I start running once again knowing I can't stop. I keep racing through the dense woods, as thoughts run through my head. I ask myself, "How did I get here?" and "Why did this happen to me?" I already know the answers. I can't keep thinking about this I need to concentrate on running, getting out of these woods, and getting away from... Oh, I'm Alice Bailey. If you were wondering what's going on, it's a long story, so get comfy.
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