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hey! so this is an old story that i did not upload for some reason so imma just use this book for writing practice.. kinda

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"Fuck" I stated aloud, i heard more footsteps, coming closer, gaining on me, again
"Fuck"
I ran, I just ran , no direction in mind, not once thinking , where the fuck am I?

How
Did
This
Happen

thud. it wasn't loud , it didn't tell this this.. this FREAK where i was.

"Crunch , Crunch , Crunch , where you going easy on lil' ol me , you make it ever so easy to find you!~"

it was the fear that ate at me, it got me, it got me really good, i was so focused on what would happen when i got to the next town over, that i had tripped on a tree root on the edge of the forest, just a couple of steps away from the tracks, the tracks....
the TRAIN tracks,
the whistle goes of,
A Train,
then it hits me,
no not an idea, a shovel,

Whack.

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