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Drip. Drip. Drip. Blood running down my leg like it's trying to escape where it came from. I know the feeling. Feeling trapped. Feeling confined. Feeling like you can't move or breathe. Then all of a sudden a blade cuts you out and releases you. You're free. What do you do? You run. You run and don't look back. Drip. Drip. Drip.
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Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 11:15 PM UTC
Escape
Drip. Drip. Drip. Blood running down my leg like it's trying to escape where it came from. I know the feeling. Feeling trapped. Feeling confined. Feeling like you can't move or breathe. Then all of a sudden a blade cuts you out and releases you. You're free. What do you do? You run. You run and don't look back. Drip. Drip. Drip.
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Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 11:15 PM UTC
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