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autumn
Sprinting through the thick and foreboding forest with nothing but my legs and my slowly dying hope, it felt as if my legs were moving by themself
like they had a mind of their own
similar to the mind of the creature that treks behind me
there was no way of telling what it was
the darkness of the forest had blinded my vision completely
However, I could still hear the sounds of the chirping birds to the dead leaves falling from the towering trees above
Slowly but surely I could see the end of this fraud reality
A waterfall was coming up
This was it
It is, I know it
Hope had completely sunken in my heart just like the skipping rock that sinks to the bottom of the lake
I turned around and let the creature that I had been arm's length from this whole time take me
But just as I opened my eyes to get a glimpse,
I saw my face
What? What had I been running from? Was it me?
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This piece reflects my thought on what my fight with myself looks like. The fight with myself is the hardest battle I have fought.