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She still remembered the day when her mother called her name but she ran and ran and ran, as she was a prey of some kind of predators. Who could it be? Her family? Her friends? Or her enemies? She couldn't think straight but bolted through the woods under the pouring rain. She hated the world, for it had abandoned her in scorching deserts and freezing storm. Never once in her life, could she feel the happiness of a loving family, or the compassionate of a friendship or the longing of a young love. Never had she.

There isn't a place for her, no matter where she goes. And so she keeps on running and running and running. Even now, she's still running.

To find the place that belongs to her, but was hidden away.

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