I see him everywhere, not really his physical presence but a car like his, a voice like his, a laugh, a song- my daughters eyes- they are his. My heart races every time I think "it s really him, he has found us!" A sound in the night, a honking horn, a bang, a dog barking- I never wanted to let him succeed in killing me- but he does, everyday I am haunted by him. I hate myself for letting him win! It is a certainty he will find me, so here I am- alone- a knife lays near when I sleep, as... Knowing One Day Will Be My Last
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