Running

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Running, I was running again. But what was I running from? It is different this time. There's something I need to find. It's pulling me towards it. What is it... Where is it? I need to find it. I can't eat, I can't sleep. I'm losing all self-control. It feels as if I'm drowning and there's no one there to help me. Hate, anger, and insecurity are building up inside of me. Who could have done such a thing? Take the only people I truly loved and cared for. If they had to die.... Then so should others.