Survive My heart pounds. My eyes flick back from side to side, the whites glowing bright in the pale light. I listen to the soft scratchy noise of rats, running along the walls. The air feels heavy. A storm is coming. I must run. Flee! For they will find me. I will not be caught. I will not back down. I will not stop. I WILL always run. I WILL stay alive. I WILL survive. -#life of a criminal- (can't write at this time of night, but I had to update something.)
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