She ran, All she could do was run. From the pain of her past, from the pain her shattered life had brought her. She just wants relief, just a moment of peace. All she wants is to be whole again. Yet, standing still in her own insanity, she cannot escape. No matter how many tears fall from her face, or blood is drained from her arms, without me she will never know true peace.
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