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  • It seems no matter how fast or far I run, I can't shake myself off. My shadow on my running trail is either in front of me or just behind. I can turn corners, run into the shadows, and she's still there at the next turn.

    I cling to me...desperately, like sticky molasses, or like someone who will drown the person trying to save them.

    I am like a lone survivor on my own sinking ship, seemingly oblivious of the line thrown to me. I can't see it from the exhaustion and the darkness and the searchlight focused on me.

    When finally, the last of my shipwreck dips below the waterline..
    Then, and only then, will I be free, and when I grab that lifeline from above, I will soar.
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