He ran because he had no other choice. He feared what would happen if he dared to stop. There was no time to think. There was hardly any time for him to breathe. On his broken ankle, he ran. With his bruised arms, he ran. With his bleeding sides, he ran because he knew today was the day he was meant to die.
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