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August 28, 2003 Ever had that feeling like you’re running…you’re running and you don’t know why and where? You don’t dare stop and look back. All you know is the ‘thing’ hounding you and if you run in zigzag motion you might confuse it. You sweat and your feet pound on the floor complementing your wild heart beat. But there are moments when weariness gets the better of you…you want to throw in the towel, give up, surrender and then there is the hair raising breathing at the back of your neck and you wave your arms in a desperate attempt to fly, fear takes control and this is the end. These are the times when you long for the ground to open its mouth and swallow you whole or an alien space ship zapping your being into oblivion or loving arms of reassurance. (3:28 PM) ~`~
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