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In The Tall Grass.
Running. Running fast. Running faster than the voices can chase. I run into the tall grass. It is taller than me. No one can see me. I run till i can't breathe. I fall down into the cool grass and breathe fast. Hiding. I am hiding from them. I push around the grass to cover my trail. I crawl on the ground and move like a snake. I am far away now. To far away for them to find me. In the green grass I lay down. I see the grass above me. It is tall like a building. I can smell the wet grass. As I lay there and look up I can see the birds fly over us. I can feel the grass touch my face. I can hear the wind and see the grass as it moves. The red lady bugs are crawling on the leaves. They fly and land on me. They do not bite. They are my friends. I hear them calling. I hold my breath so they can not hear me. I am safe in the tall grass. I am small in the tall grass. I am like the ants in the short grass. You can not see me but I am there. You can not hear me but I am there. You can not hurt me because I am there. You can not hurt me because I am not where you are. I am hiding in the tall grass. ~ A story by Emily
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(((Elysium)))
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It is a miracle that I have survived thus far and I strive to help others see miracles in every day life.
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