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Horror in One-hundred Words
He’s chased after me for years.
Twenty.
No, thirty, maybe.
Maybe more.
Memory fails
Because more important worries
Steal my attentions.
Always he’s there,
Behind me, closing-in.
Pushing me to be faster,
To push harder,
To put more than two steps between us.
When that fails,
To be smarter.
Even that fails.
Last night,
Beaten and weary,
My eyes closed
And my mind disconnected.
After three-hours’ restless sleep,
Ejected from my pillow,
I dressed
And opened the door.
There he was.
Staring at me,
As surprised as I.
This man who’d been chasing me all these years.
He was me.
Ramblings 
Sometimes I reckon we must look in the mirror. Good work my friend!
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I don’t know how I missed this one! Very nice work!
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