I was being chased again
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I was being chased again, but this time the murky figure, yet to rear his ugly face, has a weapon. A sharpened blade. Every night he chases me, but somehow I have been out-running him for 15 years. I have never met him, in fact, I'm not even sure it is a man. However, I will still refer to the elusive "Blade-runner" as a man. As the low level fog descends upon my earthly soul, I have the intense sensation of mortality. Each part of my body is engulfed with fear and choked with anxiety, the already full-flowing adrenaline increases in its potency and spirals out of control to the inevitable crescendo of fear, shock and relief. The cold sweat, which continually soaks my forehead, only adds to the never-ending list of problems. I know he is chasing me and I know he will not stop until he catches me. But...


