Monday, March 24, 2008

Co-Challenge: 3 of 10



Maybe it was the keys jabbing into my thighs, or the suffocating feeling of all-too-familiar depression, but that night I had a what could only be euphemistically expressed as a nightmare. I was running. Always running. Sometimes people chased me, sometimes I chased them. I was a wild beast without instincts.

Then I saw her.

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