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She’s running. She runs so fast, her figure is but a blur. She doesn’t see, she doesn’t hear as they call her name. She runs faster, and faster still. The wind scratches at her face. Still she runs. The world doesn’t need her; she ain’t nothing but a bitch. Ain’t nothing but a piece of trash to this god forsaken world. Nothing. So she runs and runs, until her feet refuse. She’s at cliffs now. She stares down at the lake as it’s waves crashes against the sharp rocks. She wonders, what kind of effect it would have if she just fell. She wonders if they’d care. No ones here, there aint nothin’ keeping her in this world. She wonders if there’s heaven, she wonders if there’s hell. Never did she believe in such wishful thinking. So she steps back and lunges. She never screamed as the world faded into black.