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chasing freedom.
It didn’t matter that it was pouring, I sprinted down the trails, my skin damp, absorbing each drop as it fell. I could taste the freshness of the rain, I was going to miss this. Branches were thrown across the ground from the storm the evening before, but I only saw them as hurdles. I was making the most of what time I had left, though half of me felt like I was trying too hard -the other half was alive. At this point my clothes were soaked and my lungs burned, I had to stop to catch my breath. Distant thunder raged in the sky, I didn’t turn around, I just kept smiling.
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