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Dancing #58

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With every step I took, with every gasping breath that razored my throat, with every blurred realisation that safety was still so very far away, my willpower drained from me. With every moan or sob I heard come out of my desperate mouth, the urge to give up filled me just that little bit more.
I willed death to take me quickly, even as my legs fought through the turgid treacle of the night air.
The peace of surrender to this horror suddenly became so appealing I almost threw myself to the floor and waited for them to take me.

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    Peter Henderson 4 months ago

    One side says "go" , the other says "why".....very human.

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    Drew Martyn 3 months ago

    That's it, thanks Peter.

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    Neville Hunt 3 months ago

    Get up and run for it, ya wimp!

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