There once was a girl...
Historian of My Existence
My memories are the building blocks of my history. - March 8th, 2022
Gasping for air I struggled to breathe. My throat constricted. Hot tears rolled as I whimpered, choked...
Thwap. Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.
My sneakers rhythmically hit the pavement, the only other sound interrupting the quiet . . .
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July 31, 2022