Quiet footsteps
Always following
Never slowing,
Never stopping.
Pace increasing
I keep running
Heart is beating
Head is throbbing.
Silence deafening
Vision blurred
A numbing feeling has occured.
A wave of nausea has hit me
An empty feeling
Filled inside me.
Quiet footsteps still behind me,
Stealthily approaching,
But never quite reaching.
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