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Guilt
July 11, 2009
They’re after me. I can’t see them, but I can feel them. I know they’re right behind me; I can hear the pounding of their footsteps. The faster I run the closer they get, and I can’t fight them much longer. As I begin to gasp for air I hear them laughing behind me. Finally I can’t take it anymore. I turn to face them, and I open my eyes. I am alone.
© Michelle M., Plainview, NY
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