You made to make run for into forest away from circus.

You know pain of self only pain can bear. You running into forest. Circus sounds become distant. But still hear man in hat.

Whip sound.

Lash into air.

Making sound of doom.

Repeat in mind forever.

You running. Keep running into forest, away from circus and pain.

But it never actually leave you.

You in forest.

Never away from it.

The pain and sound of whip haunting your being for soul until forever. Never ending suffering.

You sitting on ground, thinking where to going next.

And you choose to…

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