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The Fog
The fog came out of nowhere.
surrounding me in its embrace.
Something unreal about the whole thing kept playing in my mind.
Everywhere I looked it was white.
I knew I had to run.
I tries to escape but it seemed as if the fog was coming to get me.
Falling through the trees running from an unknown death.
The fog seemed to be stalking its prey,
that happened to be me.
I fell down a hill and suddenly it was gone but I knew it would be back.
It was just waiting for me and I was waiting for it to return
