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Feb 2018
6:35 pm, Water is running down me. I do not feel wet, I feel stalked. Eyes looking at me. Racing thought and fears. Am i the only one? No. Hours, days, years pass. Hes gone. Physically but not mentally. 6:48 pm, I am out.
I look through the fog at my reflection. It is over.
Written by
Erica
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