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Sep 2017
I ran and ran as fast as I could,
Running away from the darkness as far as I should,
Wondering around where my feet takes me to,
As to where... I have no clue.

No matter how tired I was I kept on scudding,
But then the darkness kept on flooding,
By then I could feel my blood rushing,
And I breathe with my chest heaving.

I ran and ran as fast as I could,
Running away from the darkness as far as I should,
But no matter how far I went the road was endless,
Then I realized running was hopeless.
Aya Sofea
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Aya Sofea  18/F
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