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Jul 2020
Running like the wind through my mind with the feeling I’m running out of time, as I continue to run I see an light directing my path wondering will it last or continue to feel further away with each step, looking around me there are no trees or animals just the gravel burning the bottom of my feet with each step I take looking to the side of me no one is around not even a sound as I run I think to myself, is this a dream? Why am I running like this every time I try to stop, I feel as if someone one is pushing me along I try to sit but it doesn’t fit .What is this happening to me? Wondering how long it will be before I wake from this on going dream. Hours past I have not waken still running, as I look ahead of me I see a bed, I try to make myself run faster so I can rest , as I get closer, it seems to be at a stand still. I reach for the bed looking down to my surprise its me with no life left inside me  it is not a dream, just a scene of where I was before I laid my head for the final rest.
who really knows when your out of time .
Written by
Fretina Exum
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