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I am the haunted. And the one hunting me is myself, my thoughts, my unwanted actions. I cannot help but run, escape, fly away. My eyes are hurting from the sights I have seen, my ears are aching from noises I have heard.
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
The Hunt
I am the haunted. And the one hunting me is myself, my thoughts, my unwanted actions. I cannot help but run, escape, fly away. My eyes are hurting from the sights I have seen, my ears are aching from noises I have heard.
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
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