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Jan 2015
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.
Written by
Emma Aa  Denmark
(Denmark)   
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