is a bear chasing you through the woods
twigs slapping your face ripping the skin off your cheeks fingers clawing at the raw surface of the rock as you climb familiar pattern of your bedroom wallpaper before your eyes as his great muzzle hits your ribs over and over and over tears running hot
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