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I’m not sure who will see this but since yesterday I’ve had this cold feeling around my body, it’s consuming me. Maybe the wind is getting stronger or maybe I’m being watched. Again, since yesterday I’ve felt that way and it was right after leaving that stupid cave. I want to tell you a secret actually…after running I didn’t just find myself in outer space or some sort of ditch but I was at a place filled with giggles and shouting. It was hard for me to make out because when you have hot lava dripping down from your eyes to you cheeks, apparently your ears like to make you feel this weird sensation like someone put ear covers on you. I had found myself at the park. It’s like my feet had a mind of their own and wanted to specifically go further down the park into a sketchy forest. So there I was, standing in the middle of green, and wet…but in front of this cave. Naturally I went in and was supposed to stay for a while to forget what my mother had said to me. That didn’t matter now because I found myself sat there in the dirt under the cave shadows til I felt this cold wind. I stopped for a moment since it was supposed to be hot by now wasn’t it? Was I going crazy? Well maybe, I’m not sure. I looked around then when I placed my hand down against the sand to let it sink in, but it didn’t keep going, instead it hit this material like leather. Deciding I was curious enough, I dug hoping it wasn’t some boot and ended up finding this book. A book about as big as my head and as heavy as the feeling of guilt when you say something wrong then quickly realize how bad it sounded. I loved new things to add to my desk and shelf despite the clutter in my home. This is where it began. When I took that book home I felt like I was watched and followed, like this cold air clung to my sorrow and need for a distraction. Now I’m here in my room wondering if I picked up a cursed item. What now?

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I had run out of the shabby place, all of it was shabby. The floors were poorly built by a man that works everyday but can’t even lay tile properly when he finally comes home. The walls tainted with all the gunk, food, sweat, marker streaks, even dye that spilled because it’s been lived in for so long. It’s been lived in for so long that even the bugs and rats struggle living there. I was sure the dogs were tired too but I ran out by myself. You’d think I’d be stronger by now to handle the yelling and the sharp tongue. That tongue was sharp enough to cut through my arms more than once but that’s between me and you. Below my feet now was dirt that would surely do nothing to my already beat up shoes, I mean I wore them everyday but today they carried me here though I always carried them. They led me to where I am now, faced with the jaws of life.

ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ: dreamstime.com