Freedom
A gun shot and I ceased to breathe. In horror, I couldn’t move.
“Tap-Tap,” they’re after me.
I begin to run. Their footsteps control my hearts frantic rhythm. I turned the corner. Nowhere to go but straight. I wouldn’t give up. Eyes shut, I was done. Freedom of victory as I crossed the finish line.
Thats cool. Its almost like a riddle. I like it. :)
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