She closed her eyes.
Her heart hammering wildly, lungs fighting their own battle.
And she was running..
Focusing all her energy on her unbelievably heavy feet.
She was giving it all. As if death was chasing her. Or even worse her inner demons, her fears, her insecurities.
Her trainers plowed the wet ground of the woods.
Hair freed from confines as always.
Rebellious thin branches of trees hit her at every step, yet failed to hinder her pace.
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